Zara Fox's POV
The "devour me" still vibrates in the air, like another heartbeat. I don't know if I said it out loud or if it was the soft whisper of my body that spoke for me. But I said it. And now there's no way to hide it. I don't want to hide it.
The silence that follows is worse than any touch. It's an abyss I don't want to escape.
His hands are still on me. Firm. More real than the water that surrounds us. Immovable. Clinging to my buttocks, like the only point of balance keeping him upright, on the edge of the abyss.
My breathing becomes irregular.
"Zara…" My name in his voice isn't a call. It's a warning. And also a promise.
I swallow hard. The water bubbles around us, the candles flicker in the wind, the sea crashes relentlessly outside… but it all comes down to this
