Evander's POV
"Claire," I murmured back as my voice was rough and low. I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip, watching as her breath hitched. "I have waited so long for this. For you."
Claire's hands slid up to my shoulders, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "Then don't stop," she said, her voice barely audible but filled with need.
I didn't need to be told twice. I kissed her again; this time it was slow but more intense than the last. My hands roamed her back, memorizing every curve of her body as if I could imprint her into my skin. She responded with the same urgency, her nails lightly scraping against the back of my neck, sending a jolt of heat straight through me.
The room felt too small and too hot, yet I never wanted to leave. Every touch, every kiss, every breath we shared felt like coming home.
