Kestrel's POV
Zeph makes love to me like I'm going to disappear. His hands are everywhere - sliding down my sides, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. He's gentle at first, kissing me slowly, deeply, like he's trying to memorize the taste of me. His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, down my neck, finding the mark he left there and making me gasp.
"Zeph," I breathe, arching into him.
"I've got you, baby," he murmurs against my skin. "I've always got you."
He takes his time undressing me, peeling off his hockey jacket that I'm wearing, sliding my shorts down my legs. His gray eyes are dark with desire as he looks at me, drinking in every inch of exposed skin.
"You're so f*****g beautiful," he says, his voice rough. "Do you know that? Do you know what you do to me?"
I reach for him,
