Page 137 of Make You Mine

“You can open them.”

My eyes widen as I do. Right there, is the red puck I gave her seven years ago.

“You still have this.”

She kept it. My heart batters against my chest, so full of happiness.

“Of course I do. It reminded me of you.”

“And you wanted to remember me?”

She gnaws at her bottom lip, swinging from one side to the other with her arms behind her. “What we had meant something to me.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I can’t resist it, I slide the puck into my pocket and pull her toward me, trapping her between my arms.

“Keep my secrets, and I’ll keep yours?” she asks me.

I smile, the first real smile in years, and it never felt more natural.

I tilt my neck down to reach her ear, “Deal.”

Then, I grab her face and kiss her.

Our lips collide, and I taste her again, our first real kiss, not the one I snatched from her at eighteen, but one we’re both eager for. She presses her nails against my back, pulling at the fabric of my T-shirt as I explore her mouth with my tongue.

It’s a combination of sweet and rough, as if we’ve been starved for each other for years. I melt into it, let myself go.

I bite her bottom lip, asking for a deeper entrance, and cup my hand to the back of her head, pushing her to me. She molds her body against mine and keeps digging her nails into the small of my back, letting me know how into it she is. I groan in her mouth as she fights my tongue.

I want to devour her, suck her tongue until we’re both out of air. I can’t get enough of her sugary spice.

“Can I have my diary back now?” She pulls away, blinking her eyes at me.

“Not a chance.” I smile, crashing her against my body again and craning my neck to bite her earlobe. “I’m not done with it. There is so much more to learn.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“I’m saying that with or without Devon taking over, we’re going to be acting out every one of your fantasies, Little Demon.”

Every single fucking day of her life if she lets me.

“How about you give me a preview, then?”

I lift an eyebrow, a snarky grin coating my lips. “That greedy for my cock, already?”

“The night is young. And we’re going to be here for a while.” She pulls at the corners of my shirt, twirling them in her fingers. “We need to clean up. I need some energy, sounds like a good plan to me.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you should fuck me again, before we clean up all the mess we made together. I just need you to motivate me a little first. No inhibitions this time.”

“No masks?”

“No masks. I want you bare,” she says. “All of you, Kayden.”

And if I had any doubt about getting in the mood after all this fucking trauma dumping, it’s gone now. My cock springs back to life in my pants, hammering against the fabric.

“You really have a breeding kink, baby. Begging me to take you twice in one night.”