"I wanted to kill him." Thrust.
"You are mine." Thrust.
"And you always will be." Thrust.
Now he flipped her, swift and seamless, laying her beneath him, never breaking their connection. He hovered over her, dark hair falling over his forehead, eyes burning with a hunger and love so intense it almost hurt to look at him. Her hands skimmed down his chest—still annoyingly perfect.
He angled his hips, adjusting slightly, and when he began to move again—oh. Stars. Her breath caught in her throat as he found her sweet spot and stayed there, deliberately dragging over it with every powerful thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. Her fingers dug into his back. She whispered his name like a prayer, like a promise, like a curse and a cure.
