Rory hissed out a breath. Lifted me over his lap. Nudged my entrance. His pupils were blown wide. “Tell me yes. Right now.” No litany, no profanity, was better than hearing him this desperate. “Yes.” He drew me down, down—down. I let out a reckless sound, and his grip at the nape of my neck tightened. We collided. Flesh to flesh. Pulse against pulse. Eye to eye.
Omg
