“Flynn,” he moaned, one hand cupping my face, making me look at him. “My Flynn.” The possession in his voice, the way his eyes burned into mine—it was too much, too perfect. “Yours,” I managed, the word breaking on a sob. “God, Seb, I’m all yours.” “I’ve got you,” Seb breathed, his hands tightening on my hips. “Let go for me, mi amor.”
