MEADOW'S POV.
I gasped as his fingers tangled into my hair gently, tilting my head back as his mouth moved against my throat.
Warm hands slid slowly across my skin.
A soft breath brushed against my neck.
“Beautiful,” a deep voice whispered against my ear, and I shivered.
The touch moved lower, gentle and slow, making my entire body feel warm in a way I never thought was possible.
“Mine,” the voice murmured again.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me against a hard chest while lips brushed softly against my shoulder.
I let out a quiet moan without meaning to.
The feeling was everywhere. Warmth. Comfort. Want.
For once, there was no pain.
No loneliness.
Just warmth.
Just him.
“All mine,” the voice whispered softly.
Then suddenly—
Everything disappeared.
Cold
