Jasmin's POV
The only thought consuming my mind was the rigid pressure of his arousal against my stomach and the dangerous possibilities it represented. The unmistakable hardness burned through the fabric separating us, sending an unwelcome heat coursing through both my wolf and me before reality crashed back.
My breathing hitched sharply. Absolutely not.
Terror shot up my spine like ice, wild and uncontrolled. His whispered confession. His proximity. His hands on me. Everything blurred into something threatening, something I refused to acknowledge or surrender to.
This couldn't happen.
This was forbidden.
I fought against his hold, every fiber of my being demanding escape. Moving felt like swimming through thick mud, but I managed to wrench one hand free and pressed it firmly against his chest, directly over the heart that had betrayed him by racing for me.
