POV: Kesley

His hand found the back of my neck, guiding me down until my forehead touched his, our breath mixing in the narrow space between us.

"Again," he repeated, and the word was a vibration against my lips. I shook my head, still trembling from the aftershocks.

"I can't just, you say it and I, that's not how it works for most people."

"You're not most people." His hips shifted beneath me, a shallow thrust that made me gasp.

"And I'm not most people. So stop arguing and let me have what's mine."

The possessiveness in his voice should have annoyed me. Instead it pooled low in my belly,...