Kinsley’s POV
My mate keeps his arms wrapped around my lower back, pulling me to face him while we relax in the bathtub, though I don’t think we’ve been interested in relaxing all that much. I can’t stop the tingle of friction that travels up my body when he touches me.
I never want it to end.
He brings his strong, needy palm behind my head and centers me just right so our lips can lock at just the perfect angle. Kissing Terron is like being touched by bliss in the purest, most beautiful form to ever exist.
I writhe in his lap, wanting so desperately to please us both, to have some kind of intimacy to overwhelm our systems so that we never have to think of my wicked father again, but my mate’s wolf is slowly coming forward.