“Mine.” Everything in me screams to rip away her clothes and run my tongue along every creamy curve. I know she would taste so sweet everywhere. But I don’t. All I can do is pin her to the bed and suckle on her neck. Clutch onto her wrists. Rut against her sleeping body. My cock aches. My heart aches. My fucking soul aches. Tyler would know what to do. He’d have answers. He’s gone. Gone. Gone. But the buzzing is gone too. When I’m able to breathelicktastetouchsmellfeel her, the buzzing fades away as the static soothes my being. I need her. I have her. She’s mine.
