“I’m going to marry you someday,” I murmur, biting down gently on the side of her throat. She gasps, grinding down on me. Carefully, I push my hands through her hair, collecting it in my fists before pulling her head back. She stares at me, pupils blown, puffy pink lips parted. “I’m going to give you my last name, and we’re going to have a life together. A family. You and me and however many kids you want.”
