Keep Me - a short

Standing so close, he could feel her sweat on his skin. He knew there was a chance he'd never feel this alive again. This burn. This fire. She fed his soul with her sharp wit and her passion for all of life's pleasures. He wasn't going to let her get away. He decided, right then and there, that she would forever be his. Not his to control, for she was uncontrollable. But his to possess, for he could not survive without her.

"I have you," he said. "You're mine." And in saying those words, he suddenly realized that he was hers as well. The stamp she put on his soul was her name in big, bold letters. He might possess her, but she owned him. His body, his mind, and his heart were hers now. There was no going back.

As his hands glided over her satiny skin, he felt as though he'd come home. For she was his balm as well as his spark. Her shallow breaths pushed her breasts into his chest as his grip tightened on the curve of her hip. Contemplating the passion they just shared, he knew he'd never get enough. A hundred lifetimes with her would never satisfy this aching need.

"Keep me," was the only thing she said, because while he was deciding that he'd never let her go, she was deciding that she never wanted to be set free.