"You're the most exquisite thing I've ever touched," he breathed against her hair, arms tightening until he could feel the frantic hammer of her heart against his own. "And you're giving every inch of this to me."
Sierra melted into him, face buried in his throat, lips brushing his pulse—a soft, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of salt and surrender. "I want to be yours," she whispered, voice trembling with the weight of it. "Every breath. Every shiver. All of me."
Phei held her tighter—one hand splayed across the bare, trembling warmth of her back, the other cradling her nape, fingers threaded through silk-soft hair—and felt the full, devastating miracle of her body against his: warm, alive, shaking with trust and want and something deeper neither of them had words for yet.
