She’s the sweet I’ll burn the world down to protect.
My Honey.
Mine.
Mate.
The word pulses through me with a need so fierce I can barely think.
Every instinct I’ve got is screaming to claim her again.
To mark her, brand her, bite her neck and bury myself inside her, fill her with my cum until it’s leaking out of her—I want that. I want to stamp myself all over her.
And I don’t want to stop until she knows with everything inside her what she is to me. What I am to her.
Mate.
Claim. Mark. Don’t stop until everyone knows it.
She reaches between us, her fingers nimble and desperate as they work at my buttons, then tug at my belt.
The sound of leather sliding through the loops shoots straight through me.
And my beast?
Yeah, he’s on board.
Get. Naked. Now.
My growl rumbles deep in my chest as she pulls back just far enough to gasp, “Oh, Eb, I don’t know what this is between us, but I need you.”
I’m already working on the zipper to her dress before she finishes the sentence.
“How do I get this off?” I snarl, desperate now, my hands everywhere at once.
She gives me this little smile—soft and wicked at the same time—and it hits me so hard I damn near stagger.
“Here,” she murmurs, turning around.
I see the tiny zipper at the back and thank the Goddess, my thumbs already finding it and sliding it down with fevered reverence.
Her skin is smooth and warm beneath my fingertips, and I have to bite back the urge to sink my teeth into her right then and there.
Then she says, “Whatever this is, it feels big, Eb. More than just a dating app match.”
I freeze.
Just for a breath.
Because I know I need to say it.
Not just the words. The truth.
“It is big,” I rasp. “And no, I’m not talking about my cock—although that’s probably true too.”
She lets out a breathy laugh, and the sound makes my heart do this ridiculous skip-thud thing.
“Conceited much?
