His gentleness twined another tendril around her heart, until she was so entangled in him, she knew she’d never break free. For the first time in her life, her wolf had chosen. And it had chosen this lone wolf. “You have me,” she whispered. All of me.

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.

Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.

Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.

Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!

That works fine for me . . . Sienna Lauren Snow.

You,” she murmured, using both hands to undo his belt, “are the sexiest man I have ever met.” He made her think bad thoughts simply by breathing.