Poppy’s POV

Leo’s mouth crashes back against mine, and this time there’s nothing restrained about it. No hesitation, no careful distance, just heat.

His hand slides from my jaw to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as he deepens the kiss, pulling me fully against him. I gasp softly against his lips, and he takes advantage of it instantly, his other arm tightening around my waist like he’s anchoring me to him.

The bond flares again, brighter this time, sharper. It surges ...