Then dragged back up to mine.
Still waiting.
Still letting me choose.
My chest hurt.
In the best way.
I rose on my toes, lips brushing his but not quite touching.
“Kiss me, mate.”
I felt my words move through him. Felt the careful walls buckle. Felt Pluto rise beneath his skin, silver and starving and stunned by being claimed again.
His hands shook once on my waist.
Then his mouth crashed into mine.
And f**k.
There was nothing tentative in it now.
Nothing uncertain.
No f*****g control left.
Aiden’s mouth crashed into mine, and my back hit the tile with a wet slap.
He caught my head with one hand before it could hit.
Of course he did.
Even feral, even starving, even with his tongue already forcing my lips open, Aiden protected me like instinct. Like breathing. Like he could
