ANNA’S bPOV /b

Ryan’s hand never left my thigh the whole ride home. One hand on the wheel, the other gripping me like he couldn’t let go. His touch wasn’t soft. It was firm, possessive. And even though he didn’t say a word the entire bdrive/b, the tension was loud. His jaw was tight, his breathing rough, band /bwhen I nced sideways, his eyes were still burning with the same row hunger from earlier.

My heart was pounding the whole time. I couldn’t stop biting my lip, couldn’t stop shifting in my seat because the anticipation was just too much. I’d waited so long for this. I’d imagined it a thousand different ways. But nothing, bnot /bone single fantasy could prepare me for what it actually felt like, knowing I was finally about to have him. Really have him.

The second we got inside, he didn’t even finish locking the door before he spun around, pinned me against it, and kissed me like he might die if he didn’t. His mouth crashed into mine, hot and deep and full of desperation. I barely had time to catch my breath. I kissed him back, hard, grabbing his face while he grabbed my ass, his hands brooming /bevery inch of me.

We bdidn’t /bstop kissing as we moved. Our bodies just kept colliding, stumbling together, bumping into walls. His hands were everywhere, on my waist, my back, cupping my breasts over my dress. I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to. My fingers pulled at his shirt, trying to get it off, but he was already lifting me up like I weighed nothing, carrying me to his room while still kissing me like he needed to.

Heid me on the bed gently, but the way he looked at me as he hovered over me wasn’t bgentle /bat all. It was intense. Almost wild. I reached up and pulled him back down into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as I felt him already rock hard between my thighs. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, trying to pull bhim /bcloser, needing him closer.

His hand moved to my dress and in one quick motionb, /bhe tore it at the side, making me gasp. “Ryan,” I breathed, half shockedb, /bhalf turned on beyond reason. “This is Sasha’s favorite

lip down.

“I’ll buy a new one,” he muttered against my neck, his lips already trailing

And then bI /bstopped caring. About the dress. About anything. His lips were on my skinb, /bmoving down to my chest, and his hands were already cupping my bare breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and he took full advantage of that, his mouth closing bover /bmy nipple while his other hand massaged the other breast.

I arched into him, moaning out loud, my bhands /bdigging into his hair. “Fuck, Ryan…”

Was

He growled softly, sucking and licking, switching between each one as if he couldn’t get enough. His bbulge /bpressing hard against my soaked panties, grinding slow and deep, making my hips lift to meet his every bmove/b.

I was already shaking. Already gone.

bHis /blips moved back up to my mouth, and we kissed again, slow and deep. But when he trailed kisses down to my jaw and under it, his lips stopped moving. His mouth hovered over my neck. His breathing changed. Got heavier.

And then…

He growled. Loud. Deep. Like bsomething /bprimal just snapped inside him.

I froze.

“Ryan?” I whispered.

He didn’t answer. His mouth was still against my neck, but he wasn’t kissing me. Instead he was growling. His grip on my waist suddenly tightened, almost painfully.

“Ryan, what’s wrong?” bI /basked, btrying /bto pull his face up, but he turned away.

“Ryan-”

Then I saw it.

Just for a second.

His fingernails… they looked like they grew longerb. /bSharper. But when he moved his hand again, they were back to normal. Like I’d imagined it.

My heart skipped. “What the hell was that?”

Still no answer.

He turned his back to me suddenly. His whole body was stiff, like he was trying to hold something in.

I sat up slowly, covering my chest with the nket from bbehind /bme and walking over to him. “Ryan?”

Then I saw his eyes.

bRed/b.

Like… red. A bdark/b, glowing kind of red. I blinked. bAnd /bjust like the bnails/b, they went back to normal a secondter. But I knew what bI /bsaw.

And then his mouth opened as if he bwas /btrying to talk, but what I saw wasn’t normal either. His teeth, no, just one of them, looked long, sharp. A fang? It looked like it grew then shrank back binstantly/b, like a glitch.

“Ryan, what the fuck is going on-”

“Leave.”

He said it quietly at first.

I blinked. “What?”

“I said leave.”

His voice was different. Way deeper. Not like his.

My chest tightened. “Ryan, you’re scoring me-

“Now, Anna!”

He roared it.

I jumped.

His fists were clenched, his body tight, as if he was in pain or about to explode. I bcould /bsee bevery /bmuscle shaking, his whole body trembling like he was barely holding himself together.

I didn’t say anything else. I just grabbed the nket behind me, wrapped it around my body, and ran. My legs barely worked as I rushed out of his room, my heart hammering in my chest as if it was about to burst.

I didn’t know what just happened. I didn’t know what I saw.

But something was wrong with Ryan.

Something I didn’t understand.

And it terrified me.