“In a hurry much?” Nat giggled as Beauty herded her through the door of his cell after they’d made their way up from the illicit rebellion meeting.
She and Beauty hadn’t talked about the fight tomorrow, almost like an unspoken agreement, even though she knew he was worried. He hadn’t said as much, but he’d kept her close, kissing her breathless often. Every chance he got, he took her. He claimed her whenever they had even a scrap of privacy and growled if anyone got close enough to see her. It was almost as if he was making these few days last a lifetime.
“I’m always in a hurry when it comes to you,” he murmured, nipping at the curve between her neck and her shoulder as he crowded her.
She shivered at the hard, biting kisses. He wasn’t gentle, sometimes rough, but she didn’t care. She l
