Sin released my lips and Ethan pulled me down to kiss him instead, fisting a hand in my hair possessively as his tongue tangled with mine. "Tell me you're mine, mate," he demanded, the heat and need in his blue eyes undeniable. "I'm yours," I agreed, because it was true. No matter what shit we might have had between us, no matter how angry he might make me or how frustrated he left me, this bond between us was real.
