“Look at me,” I grit out, voice harsh with need.
Her lashes flutter open.Her eyes lock with mine—wide, glassy, filled with something that looks a hell of a lot likeeverything I never thought I’d get to have.
“Say it,” I whisper, thrusting deep.“You’re mine now, Holly.Say it.”
She trembles.Her lips part.
“I’m yours,” she breathes.“Right now, I’m all yours.”
And it’s not enough.
Not yet.
But it’ll do.
For now.
Because I know the truth even if she doesn’t—not yet, anyway.
This thing between us?It’s not ending here.Not after this.
Not fucking ever.
Next time she says she’s mine, it won’t come with conditions.
It’ll be permanent.
I’ll make damn sure of it.
But right now?I crash my mouth to hers like I need to brand her with my kiss.
And she takes it, gives it right back—hot, needy, perfect—as her body clenches around mine and I feel her unravel beneath me.
We come undone together.
I answer her body’s demands without thought or reservation, hips driving deeper, pulling another shuddering cry from her lips as she clenches tight around me.
It undoes me.Rips through me like lightning.
I come with a broken sound—part groan, part worship—my forehead pressed to hers as I fight to catch my breath.
Burning.Gasping.Clutching.
Her nails bite into my shoulders as she shatters around me, and I follow with a groan that sounds more like surrender than satisfaction.
Because that’s what this is.
Surrender.
To her.To fate.To whatever this beautiful, dangerous thing is between us.
And maybe tomorrow everything changes.
But tonight?
Tonight, I’m making her mine.And when we’re both able to breathe again, I kiss her.And I keep kissing her.
Like I’m starving for it.
