"I need—" She struggled to find words through the haze. "I need you to own me."
"You sure about that?"
"Yes. Please."
Permission granted.
I let go of the careful control I'd been maintaining. Let myself feel the full force of what she did to me. My thrusts became harder. Faster. Bordering on viscous. She cried out in relief like this was what she'd been craving all along.
"Yes," she sobbed. "Kellan, don't stop."
I didn't. My hand found her throat, not squeezing, just resting there. A reminder of who was in control now.
"Mine," I growled.
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I'm yours. God, I'm yours. Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."
I felt her starting to clench around me, felt the orgasm building. Trembling spasms that threatened to take us both over.
"Come for me," I commanded. "Now."
She shattered, her whole body going taut as the pleasure tore through her. And I followed her over, my knot swelling and locking us together as I emptied into her. We were breathing hard, trembling with aftershocks.
When I finally found my voice, all I could say was, "Fuck."
She laughed, weak and breathless but genuine. "Yeah. That."
"You okay?"
"Better than okay." She pressed her face into my neck. "That was amazing."
"It was." I stroked her hair.
"Really?"
"Really." I pressed a kiss to her temple. "You're different, Naomi. Everything about you is different."
"Different good or different bad?"
"Different perfect."
She was quiet for a moment. "I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"Of how much I want this. Want you. Both of you." Her voice cracked. "What if this is just the heat? What if when it's over, it’s not like this."
"Then we figure it out," I said firmly. "But Naomi? I don't think this is just the heat. I think the heat just gave you permission to feel what was already there."
"And if I can't handle it and leave?"
"Then we let you go. And we hope you come back."
"You'd really let me go?"
