"It's on the couch."
He lifted his head, locating the device before he looked back at me.
"I want you," I whispered. "I want everything with you. I accept that it could go poorly, even though I don't think it will.What are you afraid of?"
"Fucking this up again."
"Again? You haven't fucked anything up."
A rough laugh escaped him. "Sure."
"I'm serious.Maybe I'm the one who's been messing this up for a hundred years. If I had just tried to touch you..."
"Not possible. You don't make mistakes. The whole city knows it."
I rolled my eyes, but his lips tilted upward. Just slightly.
"Tell me your favorite fantasy, Gray. The one you would come back to after our dreams ended, over the last hundred years."
"You don't want to know."
"I do."
"It's not sexy."
"It is to me."
He sighed. "In my favorite fantasy, you would show up at the front door of my house and tell me you wanted me. When I kissed you and took you to bed, you'd tell me you were mine, and I'd fuck you slowly. We'd fall asleep in each other's arms, and you wouldn't leave. Ever."
My throat swelled as he spoke, and I stared up at the man above me.
The man I'd spent a century's worth of nights with.
"Gray," I said quietly, and his eyes met mine.
"Yeah?"
"If I told you that love was the most important part of a mate bond to me, what would you say?"
His eyes fucking burned me. "I'd say it was the most important part to me too. And I'd tell you that I love you more than I fucking know what to do with. You're in my lungs, in my mind, in my soul. You have been for a hundred years. I love you, Merrily. I don't want to hurt you. I can't. Nothing is worth losing you."
"I love you too, Grayson. And you're not going to lose me. Not for anything."I dragged his mouth down to mine, and kissed him.
He kissed me back, slowly.
Deeply.
Every stroke of his tongue against mine dragged me deeper in love with him, the way every day we spent together had.
I wanted him. Us. All of it.
I lined his cock up against my entrance, and he groaned against my mouth. "Love..."
"I want this," I breathed. "Please."
He grabbed the back of my knee, parting my legs wider, and I felt the slightest touch of his magic. It didn't make me more desperate for him—it just made me slicker, and hotter. "I'm yours, Mer. Any time. Any place. Anything you want. Even this."
"I want everything."
