ELI’S POV.
“Eli...” Rowanne’s voice. That voice.
God, I had missed it. Her voice, her scent, the way she shuddered when I touched her. It was intoxicating, like a drug I couldn’t quit no matter how much distance I tried to create. And now, here she was, in my arms. So close, so warm.
“I love the way you say my name,” I murmured, my voice low and heavy. I leaned into her, inhaling deeply, trying to imprint her on every sense I possessed.
The more I breathed her in, the greedier I became. I wanted to stay here, wanted more of her. All of her.
“Does that mean you’ve forgiven me?” I asked.
She didn’t answer right away, but she leaned into me. I felt her body soft and pliant against mine, melting.
My hands trailed higher as I brushed lightly past the curve of her chest, letting her warm
