Dustin’s mouth claimed hers again, hotter this time, no hesitation left. His hands roamed her curves like he was memorizing the map of her body, committing every rise and hollow to memory. Crystal’s fingers tangled in his shirt before yanking it over his head, revealing the hard planes of muscle and the faint scars that spoke of his battles.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered breathlessly, and for the first time, Dustin didn’t scoff at the word.
Their lips found again, the kiss melting into fire as they stumbled back toward the bed. Every brush of skin on skin was like flint to kindling, the bond between them burning hotter, demanding completion. Maverick prowled eagerly in Dustin’s chest, pressing him forward—"Mark her. Make her ours."
Crystal gasped when his lips trailed down her throa
