Chase’s hands tightened on her ass, his breathing uneven, rough, jagged.
He wanted her.
She knew it.
But he was still holding back. And she was done waiting. She leaned in, her lips brushing just against his ear, her voice dropping into something dark, something dangerous.
“Stop fucking holding back.”
Chase exhaled sharply, the sound ripped from somewhere deep, primal. His grip tightened, fingers flexing against her hips like he was holding himself back by a thread.
"There’s a side of me you don’t want to see," he warned, his voice rough, raw, dark with something dangerous. "Because once I go there—once I claim you—you won’t fucking remember who you were before me."
A shiver raked down Savannah’s spine, heat pooling low and deep. She didn’t want to be careful. Didn’t want him to hold back. Her nails dragged down his chest, slow, deliberate, teasing the beast lurking beneath his skin. "Then stop fighting it."
His jaw ticked, a muscle flexing, his restraint razor-thin. "You don’t get it, Savannah." His hands slid up her sides, possessive, firm, making her pulse hammer. "I won’t stop. I’ll ruin you for anyone else. You’ll be mine."
Her breath caught, her body already answering him before her lips did. Shetilted her chin, eyes locked on his, daring, pleading.
"I already am."
Something inside him snapped.
25
Possession
Withagutturalgrowl,Chase flipped her onto her back, pinning her against the couch cushions, his body wrapping hers in like he was staking his claim.
His mouth crashed into hers, consuming, taking, his kiss a declaration of everything he’d been holding back. His hands roamed with wild possession—gripping, palming, sliding under her shirt to claim every inch of bare skin he could find.
Savannah arched against him, a moan slipping past her lips as his teeth scraped down her throat, sending a wicked thrill straight to her core. His hands flexed against her, pressing into her hips, his hold tight like he was barely restraining himself.
“Damn it, Savannah,” he rasped, grinding against her, the solid heat of him making her gasp. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
She grinned breathlessly, fingers twisting into his tank top, yanking it up and forcing him to sit back just enough to let her strip it off.
And damn.
Chase Montgomery was built for sin.
All corded muscle and carved lines, skin stretched tight over raw strength, every inch of him looking like he was sculpted for destruction. The tattoos licking up his biceps, the sharp cut of his abs leading lower—everything about him was temptation wrapped in flesh.
Savannah didn’t wait. Didn’t think. She sat up, her hands dragging over his chest, nails scratching lightly down his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles jumped beneath her touch. Chase’s breath hitched, his fists clenching against the cushions like he was trying to anchor himself. His gaze burned into hers, dark and heavy, daring her to keep going.
So she did.
Her lips pressed to his collarbone, her tongue gliding against his skin beforeshe dragged it lower, slow, deliberate, mapping a path down his chest, teasing over every ridge and dip of his body. She reached his waistline, where his abs tensed, his breath stuttered, and the thick, undeniable proof of what was restrained beneath his shorts.
She swallowed, her pulse pounding, her fingers ghosting over the hard outline of him, feeling the heat radiating through the thin material, the unmistakable proof of just how much he wanted her.
Chase let out a ragged curse, his jaw clenching so tight she thought he might break. His head tipped back against the couch for a moment before his gaze snapped back to hers, pupils blown, hands flexing at his sides like he was seconds from grabbing her, flipping her over, and fucking her world up completely.
But he waited. Because he wanted to see what she’d do next. Holding his stare, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down in one smooth, deliberate motion.
Her breath staggered, while seeing him. All of him.—Heavy. Thick. Hard as sin. Savannah swallowed, her mouth flooding, her pulse thrumming at the sheer size of his cock.
And Chase?
