A gruff chuckle passes my lips. “You’re mine, Goldie.” She nods with a soft choked sob, and I kiss her. I kiss Maeve the way I wanted to in the cell, but didn’t have the strength or stamina for. I kiss her the way I wanted to when I saw her step into the street outside of Pressed. The way I wanted when I was hauled out of her house in handcuffs, and when she stood before me in front of this house looking like everything I never knew I needed. With untamed precision and profound longing, pulling staccato breaths from her, I fill her with my pent-up love. Every ounce I hoarded and kept safe for
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