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“Cara,” I whisper, my thumb brushing over her cheek. “You came back for me, after everything.”
Her lips part, but no words come out. She just looks at me, something unreadable in her eyes. I can feel the heat between us growing.
Without thinking, I pull her in, my lips crashing against hers. It’s slow at first, almost hesitant. But then the hunger kicks in.
The need. And there’s no stopping it now.
She kisses me back just as hard, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I groan against her mouth, the pain in my ribs fading into the background as I lose myself in her. In the taste of her, the feel of her. She’s soft and warm, but there’s steel beneath her skin, fire in her veins.
I pull her onto my lap, her thighs straddling me as I kiss her deeper, my hands roaming her body. I can’t get enough. Ineedher.
She pulls back for a breath, her chest heaving, and for a second, we just stare at each other. Her eyes are wild, her lips swollen, and I can feel the shift between us. The way she’s looking at me... it’s like she’s made up her mind. She’s in this, all the way.
“You’re mine,” I growl, my voice low and rough. “You came back for me. You killed for me. You proved to me that I can trust you, little nightmare.”
She bites her lip, a spark of defiance flashing in her eyes. “I told you,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I told youthat I wouldn’t fuck it up and that you could trust me. I couldn’t leave without you.”
She’s right.
She did tell me I could trust her, I just didn’t believe it.
I kiss her again, harder this time, my hands tugging at her shirt, pulling it over her head. She gasps, but doesn’t stop me. Her skin is warm under my fingers, and I can feel her trembling, just a little. Not from fear, though. No, this is something else. This isneed.
My hands slide down her sides, feeling every curve, every inch of her that’s now mine. She leans into me, her breath hot against my neck as I kiss along her collarbone, and down her chest. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I can feel the way she’s holding back, just barely.
“Rhett,” she whispers, her voice breathless, shaky.
“I think I love you,” I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
She freezes for a second, her eyes going wide. But then her expression softens, and she cups my face, pulling me back in for another kiss. “I think I love you, too,” she whispers against my lips.
Those words are everything.
Her lips brush mine, tentative at first, but there’s a heat behind them, a slow burn that’s been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. The way she moves against me, it’s different this time. There’s no hesitation, no fear, no walls left between us.
Shewantsthis. She wantsme.
And that realization undoes me.
I kiss her harder, my calloused hands cupping her face, pulling her in like I’m afraid she’ll slip away if I don’t hold her tight enough. But she’s not going anywhere.
Not now. Not ever. She’s here, pressed against me, her body soft and warm, her breath coming faster as I deepen the kiss. I’ve waited so long for this. For her to be completely, utterly mine.
When she pulls back, her eyes are locked on mine, dark and filled with something raw, something fierce. “I’m not afraid of you anymore,” she whispers, her voice trembling, but not from fear, from need.
Those words hit me like a punch to the gut. I’ve wanted her like this for so long: willing, eager, and hungry.
“Good,” I growl, my voice low and rough as my hands slide up her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin. “Because you’re mine, little nightmare. You have been since the night I laid eyes on you.”
She lets out a soft whimper as I pull her closer, our bodies flush against each other, the heat between us palpable. My hands slide up to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her thick dark hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
“But now, I want to hear you say it,” I murmur against her lips, my breath hot against her skin. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re my girl.”
Her eyes flutter shut, her breath catching in her throat as she nods. “I’m yours,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yourgirl, Rhett.”
The sound of her saying it, admitting it, it drives me fucking wild.
I claim her mouth again, rougher this time, my hands roaming her body, desperate to feel every inch of her inked flesh. She responds with a moan, arching into me, her hands sliding up my chest, over my bruises, careful but insistent. She’s not holding back anymore. She’s not afraid to touch me, topleaseme.
