“I am so sure I may bite the next person who asks.”
Keres’s mouth curved against my cheek. “Noted.”
Then he shifted.
My eyes followed him, dazed, as he moved higher on the bed. He was hard and flushed and breathing like an animal pretending to be a man. But when his hand touched my face, it was gentle.
Too gentle.
My chest ached.
He brushed his thumb over my lower lip.
“Only if you want me there too.”
As if he could not feel my answer through the bond.
As if my whole body was not already aching for the last missing piece.
I opened my mouth and kissed his thumb.
Keres’s eyes went black.
“Fuck.”
I reached for him.
He came willingly, kneeling close, one hand braced beside my head as I took him in my mouth.
His sound went straight through me.
Raw.
Shattered.
Mine.
All of the
