“You want me to touch you again, Moonflower?” “Yes. So bad. I need it. I need to feel you. Whole and safe. I was so scared—” Before she could get the confession I was terrified of her saying free, I crushed my mouth against hers. A promise that she was going to make it through this. A promise that I’d take the brunt of whatever was meant for her. Stand in the way of any motherfucker who would dare to do her harm. A promise that I was going to take care of her…in every fuckin’ way. Only the second our lips touched, a roll of pleasure hit me so hard that I couldn’t see. Motherfucking bliss.
