Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 215

Dylan POV.

"Goddess give me strength..." I heard him mutter which hurt more than anything. I was beyond annoyed at him, I couldn't figure out why he had been so amazing to me, and yet all of a sudden, he wanted to see me suffer again. It really was true, all werewolves were the exact same, sadistic and narcissistic.

At least that's what I was thinking to myself, right up until Lewis gently grabbed my shoulders and met my eyes, he sighed before gently yet firmly pushing his lips against mine and connecting them.

Disbelief clouded me as I stood there standing as still as a statue, my eyes wide and my breath hitched. I just stood there, I couldn't quite comprehend what Lewis had actually done but damn, did it feel incredible. I've only ever kissed two people before, the kiss I shared with Nick was our first ever kiss, so it was sloppy and awkward, and the one time I kissed king josh willingly, was to stop him from sexually assaulting me, every other one of his kisses were always forced and rough. Kissing Lewis however, was euphoric. It was gentle and sincere, he didn't force me to do anything, he never had.

A small hum of contentment left him, but as soon as it sounded he opened his eyes in shock. He then pushed me off him and took a step back wards, his hand quickly went over his mouth in pure surprise and he refused to meet my gaze, all the while My own fingers gently touched my bottom lip as I savoured the feeling of his chaste kiss...