Hatred shook my head. “She’s as bad as my father. I’ll see to it that she has no rights remaining.”
Tears blurred her eyes, and her throat bobbed. “That would be my greatest honor.”
Overcome, she climbed up to straddle my waist. Weight on her hands as she gazed down like it was the first time she was really seeing me.
I weaved my fingers into her hair. “Then we do this together. You, me, and Kai.”
The enormity of what I was saying almost gutted me. But it was in the most exquisite of ways.
She nodded. Almost frantic. That mesmerizing gaze on me.
The air whirled. Something fierce and knowing and resolute. A weaving of frayed, tattered fabrics into something beautiful.
Fuck me. She was gorgeous.
Wild mane of brown curls kissed in honey raining around her, dripping down around her shoulders and brushing over her perfect round tits.
A vision.
An implosion to my senses.
I gripped her by the waist as she steadied herself on my chest.
Her breaths turned needy and shallow.
“I love you, Silas. I thought I was supposed to hate you, but my heart knew.”
I’d thought mine was incapable, but it’d known too.
Recognized the only one who could warm the cold that had taken over my life.
I slowly sat up, drawn to her heat.
“Forged in the fire, you and me.” I played with a lock of her hair.
“And it’s shaping into something beautiful,” she whispered.
Flames licked around us. That approaching fire I’d felt coming was no longer in the distance.
It was here, lapping up the walls and burning our senses.
Molding our souls together.
Brinley exhaled, and I swallowed it, dove in to take her mouth.
Kissed her wild.
My hands bound up in her hair and this battered heart feeling whole for the first time.
She moaned and rubbed her pussy over my cock.
“You want me again, Little Wildfire?”
She edged back, sass taking to the edges of her face. “You told me I was never going to get enough. I think we should probably test it.”
A growl ripped free.
Playful possession, and I sent her a smirk.
