He was so angry he was practically vibrating with it, shaking me in his hands. “It kills me, selkie, it fucking kills me.” I sucked in a breath. His eyes, dark and intense, had never been so damn beautiful. “I want you so much I’m choking with it,” he said. “I want to be yours so hard it hurts. I can’t be yours. I shouldn’t be yours. But I’m too fucking selfish. I need you—only you. The rest of the world can go to hell.”
