Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Run Run Run by Dutch Melrose
I couldn't breathe.
Not with Kathrine's hand still wrapped around my throat. Not with the way her thumb brushed against my pulse, feeling every desperate beat of my heart.
Not with how fucking close she was—her scent filling my lungs, her warmth searing my skin, her control wrapping around me like chains I never wanted to take off.
I was weak for her.
Pathetic.
Desperate.
"You like this, don't you?" she murmured, her breath ghosting against my lips.
I swallowed hard.
"Like what?" I whispered, already knowing exactly what she meant.
Her fingers tightened—just slightly. Just enough for my pulse to stutter.
"Like being mine," she said, her voice lower now, rougher. "Like belonging to me."
A shudder wracked through my body.
Yes.
God, yes.
