Ethan
The confession sent something sharp and hot through my chest, a rush of possession, of relief, of something far deeper than desire. She was mine.
I didn’t give her time to doubt her words. Instead, I lifted her into my arms, her breath hitching as I lowered her gently onto the floor. She looked up at me, eyes wide, pupils blown with anticipation, and f**k, I’ve seen nothing so goddamn beautiful.
I kissed her. Again. And again. And again.
Slow. Deep. Desperate.
I kissed her until we were both breathless, until her fingers twisted into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. My lips moved to her neck, grazing the delicate skin there, feeling her pulse hammer wildly beneath my tongue. I drag my mouth lower, nipping at the sensitive spot just beneath her jaw, then down to her shoulde
