Chapter 37
(Lenora POV)
Finally.
Fucking finally.
Do you know how many times I had to "accidentally" flash this man? How many times I bent over just right? How many thigh brushes, how many strategic wardrobe changes, how many near wardrobe malfunctions I staged today alone? I was seconds from lighting my clothes on fire and walking past him naked with "WILLING" tattooed on my forehead.
But now?
Now he's kissing me like the world's ending. Like the leash he's been gripping so tightly finally snapped—and he doesn't even care where it landed.
His mouth crashes onto mine, hard and hungry, and I melt like wax in his hands. My fingers fist in his shirt, dragging him closer as he groans into my mouth. He shifts us, flipping me beneath him with a low growl, the soft blanket beneath me grounding us against the earth.
The grass around the edges is cool, tickling my skin, but all I feel is him—the heat, the pressure, the weight I've been begging for in every silent, sinful glance.
