Daelan's POV
My goddess.
She leans into me, lips brushing my collarbone, teasing and delicate.
And I lose it.
I kiss her.
Hard.
Her lips are soft but demanding, her fingers already tugging at my open shirt like she can't decide whether to rip it or savor it.
"Did I mention," I murmur between kisses, "how much I love these little numbers you own and sleep in?"
She laughs breathlessly, her fingers sliding up the back of my neck to tangle in my hair.
"I'm sure you've mentioned it," she says against my lips, "but I don't mind hearing it again."
I kiss her again—slower this time, deeper. Like I'm memorizing every curve of her mouth, like I'm carving the taste of her into my bones.
She shrugs the shirt off my shoulders, fingers trailing heat across my skin. I let it fall, forgotten, and pull her in for another kiss—deeper this time. She bites my lip, just enough to make me groan against her mouth.
I love this. I love her.
