Page 200 of Marked By His Hunger
And yet—she had chosen me.
I raised my hand and knocked.
The door flew open.
“Raven!”
Her voice.
Her scent.
Her presence—all of it hit me like a physical force.
“Unnasta,” I growled, opening my arms instinctively as she launched herself at me.
I caught her easily, holding her against me as if letting go would be impossible.
Because it was.
Her lips met mine—soft, warm, affectionate—and my body reacted instantly.
Too fast.
Too strong.
Control.
I forced it.
Slowed the kiss before it turned into something else entirely.
“I missed you,” she whispered, nuzzling against me.
“And I you, Unnasta Minn,” I replied, my voice dropping, hunger curling beneath the words.
I kissed her again—hard, brief, controlled.
Because if I didn’t—I would lose myself right here.
“Oh—um—hi,” one of her roommates said.
I barely registered them.
Barely cared.
Serena introduced them, and I nodded politely, though my attention never left her.
They whistled.
Catcalled.
And Serena flushed with embarrassment.
Gods.
She was radiant.
Alive with emotion in a way I could feel through the bond.
