Mine.

Rolfe darted his gaze in between her lips and her eyes and said, "You don't know how much I want to be with you, Iona. And I am aware that your wolf needs me. Please let me cater to your wolf." 

Iona sighed and purred. He bent down and his lips smashed on hers in a relentless kiss. He licked the seam of her lips to pry them open. 

Iona's head swam with dizziness. She was wrapped in his scent that calmed her at so many levels. How could a man smell so good? It was impossible to resist the man in front of her, impossible to resist that tongue that wanted to delve inside her mouth and Iona… she found herself eager to feel him, experience him. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other cupped the back of her neck and pressed her hard against his chest. She moaned in his mouth as her breasts became heavy and her nipples pebbled. And if that was not enough, she wondered how his lips would feel on them. Damn.