Nina's pov
His mouth found the curve of my neck, hot breath feathering against my skin, his teeth grazing me with a possessiveness that made my knees weak.
“You hear me?” he asked, voice a bit rough around the edges. “You’re moving in with me. You’ll leave this place. And I’ll f*****g marry you.”
My heart stuttered—then soared.
For a moment, the room spun—not from the heat between us, but from the way his words cracked something wide open inside me. Joy—sharp and wild and disbelieving—burst in my chest. He wanted me. He wanted this. Not just for now, not just for pleasure, but for real.
My breath caught, and I turned my face slightly, trying to meet his eyes, even as emotion thickened my voice.
“What about your job?” I whispered, still scared to hope.
He pressed closer, his lips bru
