I gasped as Kaelen's teeth grazed the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, my fingers digging into his muscular back. The moonlight streaming through the terrace doors cast shadows across the rumpled sheets of our bed, illuminating the sheen of sweat on our bodies.
"Mine," he growled against my skin, his voice primal and possessive in a way that made my entire body tremble.
"Yours," I managed to whisper back, the word barely escaping my lips before he claimed my mouth in a kiss so fierce it stole my breath.
This wasn't the gentle, tender lovemaking we sometimes shared. This was raw, desperate, almost feral. Kaelen moved with a hungry urgency, as if trying to brand himself onto me, into me. His hands gripped my hips hard enough that I knew I'd find marks tomorrow, but I welcomed the sweet sting of it.
