Book 4: Promises

Stavros’s POV

I ignored Dyson, curbing his aura deep inside me. While I was still abiding by the curse rules, he had no business interfering in my matters. I didn’t f*cking care about his jealousy. I was tired of waiting, tired of battling with my urges. Now my primal instincts were in control as I slammed my lips to hers, gliding into the sweet recesses of her mouth just like she had done a minute earlier, only with ten times the passion.

My canines ached to mark her, but I knew the consequences of my actions. It would be over before it even started. No, I wanted more from her. I wanted to emerge victorious in the battle and return to Hazel for more.

As our tongues swirled and danced together, a whirlwind of emotions surged through me. A tangled ball of love, pain, remorse, and tenderness swept over me. Although I had hurt her immensely, she still reacted at the thought of separating from me forever.

I wished I could rewind the hands of tim