SLOANE
His chest still heaved, but the panic had finally ebbed after that little kiss. His eyes softened as I stepped closer and I cupped his face.
"Rika… you're shaking."
"I'm not shaking anymore," he rasped, voice low and rough. His gaze raked over me, curves hugged by soft fabric, the gentle rise and fall of my breasts, the way my lips parted just slightly. " You're the reason I'm actually shaking butterfly. It's you."
I didn't flinch. Instead, a slow, knowing smile curved my mouth. "Then stop fighting it, shake all you want around me".
Rika crossed the space around us in two steps, his hands cupping my face with a reverence that trembled at the edges.
"Sloane… f**k, I've wanted you for so long. I lied to myself every single day. You're my mate. Mine."
The word broke on his ton
