“You think the chase is over, baby?” he growls. “Fuck, no. I’m going to be chasing the high you give me for the rest of my life.” He thrusts deep, pausing. “You’re such a good girl for me, choking on my cock.” I moan again, and his lips tick upward into the wicked smirk that sets my soul on fire. “I’m keeping you, Wildflower. You’re mine,” he rasps. “Se mia per sempre.”
