“You have me.” “Say it again,” he demanded, his touch barely a whisper against her skin, like the gentle graze of spring wind, tentative and careful as he trailed the curves of her breasts until her limbs melted against his hold. “Tell me you’re mine like I am forever yours.” When his hand came around her throat, wrapping there so gently as if she was a flower stem, her eyes drew shut. “I’m yours.”
