The morning light was too bright. But I didn't care. I hadn't slept. Not really. Because everytime I moved I could feel his hands on my neck.
"Kyren," I whispered, my voice still raspy from moaning his name all night.
He didn't give me a chance to sit up. He moved over me, pinning me to the mattress with the weight of his body.
"You're still in my bed," he rasped, his face inches from mine. "Do you know what that means, Hailey?"
I swallowed hard, my eyes searching his. "It means I'm safe."
"No," he growled. "It means you're mine. It means that after yesterday, I'm never letting you out of my sight again."
He didn't wait for an answer. He claimed my mouth in a kiss that tasted of possession and desperation.
His kisses were slow, deep, and utterly consuming. Like he wanted to swal
