“Have me again,” I whisper against his mouth, raking my fingers through his silken tresses. “Not because of Conri’s charm. Or because of unfulfilled urges. Have me because you want me and I want you. Because you feel this draw as much as I do.” As I talk, his hands slide up my back. They spread across my shoulder blades. One slips up to grab my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my head back, as it makes a fist. Evander draws a quivering breath against the soft skin of my neck. “I could have you a thousand times, and only want you a thousand more.” “I welcome the challenge,” I breathe.
