Shay
Prime didn’t leave my side all night.
Maybe I should’ve slept more, but lying there in the early morning light, all I felt washim.
Warm.
Solid.
Here.
And after everything I remembered, Prime’s body was the only thing in the world that quieted my nerves.
I turned toward him.
He was already looking at me, his eyes dark in the soft glow.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
“I can’t.”
His hand slid up my back, and his fingers trailed slow enough to make my breath catch.“What do you need, babe?”
“You,” I whispered.
Something in his eyes changed.There was heat, hunger, something deeper.A slow smile curved his mouth.“Come here,” he whispered.
I didn’t hesitate.
I climbed on top of him, straddled him with my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips.His hands gripped my waist immediately, and his thumbs dragged under the hem of my shirt.
“You sure?”he asked softly, searching my face.“After the night you had—”
“I’m sure,” I breathed.“I want you.I just… I want to feel something good.”
Prime exhaled like he’d been holding the air in his lungs for hours.“Yeah,” he rasped.“I can do that.”
He tugged my shirt up and over my head and tossed it somewhere behind us.His palms slid up my sides, possessively, and smoothed along my ribs until I shivered.
“Fuck,” he whispered as his eyes roamed over me like he could memorize my skin by sight alone.“You’re the prettiest thing that’s ever been in this room.”
Heat flooded my cheeks.“Prime…”
“Not Prime,” he murmured, leaning in so our lips brushed.“Marshal.”
My breath hitched.Hearing that name here, in this moment, sent something sweet and sharp through my chest.
“Marshal,” I whispered back.
He groaned, low and deep, and pulled me into a kiss that knocked every thought out of my head.
His mouth moved against mine slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, like he’d been holding back for days.My fingers threaded into his hair as he rolled his hips up into me, and I gasped into his mouth.
“Easy, babe,” he whispered, nipping my bottom lip.“One thing at a time.”
But I wasn’t interested in taking my time.
I wanted him like a pulse.
