“I’ve been imagining this.” “You have?” I asked, and I’d have been annoyed by the eager surprise in my garbled words if I weren’t so invested in all he was doing. Colvin hummed, licking my jawline. “Every fucking day since I left you in that dungeon. Every fucking hour I’ve failed to sleep since you arrived because you’re here.” He dipped deeper, but only to his nail, and I couldn’t remember if I was breathing. “Every fucking time I scent you, taste you in the air I breathe greedily like a wanton beast whenever you’re near.”
