Chapter 52: Perfect Taboo

"Ophelia, if you will." His voice dripped with a dark, hungry groan, the sound of his words wrapping around her like a binding spell. "I don't think I can restrain myself... I really want to touch you." Ophelia couldn't comprehend how his words, his voice, and his very presence could have such a powerful effect on her. It was as though he was the only thing on her mind, the only thing that mattered. The anxiety, the pain, the anger—all of it vanished, replaced by an overwhelming focus on him. His compassion had caused her to tumble helplessly, and as he carefully wrapped his arms around her waist, all her doubts and worries seemed to evaporate into thin air. "Or would you like to wait until the night of our wedding? I doubt that I'll be able to wait till then," he continued, his voice like silk, threading into her consciousness. Ophelia nodded gently, acknowledging the truth in his words. Lycans were known for their intense desires, and she couldn't fathom how he had survived all al