Heavy. Thick. Hard as sin.
Laying against her waistline, pressing into her skin, the proof of exactly how much he needed her making her pulse throb between her legs.
Savannah’s breath hitched, her hand sliding down, reaching for him, wrapping around the solid, stiff length of him, stroking slow, teasing, her grip firm, demanding.
Chase groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his head dropping for a second as his hips jerked into her touch—
But then—
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away, pinning it to the mattress beside her head.
Her lips parted, eyes wide, begging, silently pleading for him, for all of him.
Her legs shifted beneath him, her body arching, wordlessly offering herself to him in a way that had him fucking shaking with restraint.
Savannah’s gaze dropped between them, seeing the size of him, the sheer thickness pressing against her, and fuck—
Her head threw back, her fingers fisting the sheets, her breath stuttering out of her lungs as Chase aligned himself—
And then?
Then he slid in.
Deep. Hard. Completely, fucking stretching her.
A choked gasp left her throat, her back arching violently, her body clenching around him, her thighs tightening against his hips as he filled her in a way she’d never been filled before.
She felt wrecked already, utterly claimed, but Chase?
He wasn’t done.
His hands tightened on her hips, holding her down, keeping her in place, right where he wanted her, his jaw clenched so fucking tight he looked ready to break.
His eyes burned into hers, dark, possessive, devouring.
Savannah swallowed, her pulse pounding, her body trembling beneath him.
And then his voice—
Low. Feral. Uncontrollable.
“You’re mine now, Monroe.”
And then?
Then he fucking proved it.
27
A Breath Away
Savannahstirred,adeep,satisfied ache settling into her bones, the weight of exhaustion keeping her limbs heavy, languid, utterly spent.
Every inch of her body hummed, muscles deliciously sore from where he had held her down, lifted her up, taken her apart piece by piece, only to put her back together in ways she never knew she needed.
She sighed against the pillow, her fingers curling into the soft fabric.
It wasn’t just any pillow.
