Chapter 70
His movements slowed—just enough to drive her mad. Each thrust was deeper, more deliberate, as though he was trying to brand her from the inside out, to etch himself into her with every slow roll of his hips.
Her fingers laced behind his neck, dragging him down until their foreheads touched, her breaths stuttering against his lips. "Look at me," she whispered, voice shaky and raw.
He did.
God, he did—and the look in his eyes undid her.
There was hunger there, yes. But beneath it, something else—something dangerous, something beautiful. Like he couldn't believe she was real. Like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world.
"I'm here," she whispered, cupping his face. "Always with you."
"Don't say things like that," he groaned, voice thick with emotion. "I'll ruin you."
"You already have," she breathed, pulling him into a kiss that stole what little restraint he had left.
