Chapter 9: Frantically Kissing

[Margaret’s POV] A deep flush spread across my face, the heat creeping down my neck as I felt the firm grip of Donald’s arms around me. Being carried into the house like a fragile doll, completely at his mercy, sent a wave of emotions surging through me—shame, exhilaration, and an undeniable pull toward him. I felt as though I had surrendered my independence, my sense of self, reduced to nothing more than something that belonged to him. And yet, the realization that it was Donald who held me made my insides coil with warmth. An unfamiliar yet thrilling heat bloomed in the pit of my stomach, spreading through my body with a quiet urgency. “Hey, come on. Put me down,” I protested, my voice slightly breathless as I wriggled in his arms. Though we were safely inside, the sensation of being cradled so effortlessly made me uneasy. I had legs; I could walk. I wasn’t accustomed to such displays of possessiveness, even from my mate. Donald’s gaze bore into me, unwavering and unreadable. He d