Kane POV
I knew I was playing a dangerous game—a form of self-torture, really. Her scent, thick with arousal, was already driving me insane, clouding my thoughts and making my wolf restless. Every moan, every shaky breath she let out only stoked the fire within me. But I wasn't going to rush this. I wasn't going to lose control and make this about me. No. This was all for her.
I watched her, perched on the edge of the table, blindfolded, her blouse unbuttoned and her chest rising and falling in quick, unsteady movements. Her hands clenched at her sides, clearly fighting the urge to touch me, and I couldn't stop the satisfied smirk tugging at my lips.
"Relax, love," I murmured, my voice low and husky, stepping closer until I was between her parted legs again. "I told you, no touching. Just feel."