“I’ve wanted you here for so long,” he admits quietly, crawling over me, caging me in without touching me. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to have you like this. Not really.” His fingers brush down the center of my chest, slow and purposeful. “You have me,” I whisper. Something flickers behind his eyes—relief, possession, awe. A slow, dark smile curves his lips. “Not yet,” he murmurs. “Not in all the ways I want you, little warrior.” “Oh? And what other ways do you want me?” He gives me a lopsided smile. “You really want to know?” I nod eagerly. He sighs, looking like he regrets saying anything.
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