"As long as it takes."
The words left his lips softer than he intended, rough with something unspoken.
Elle's breath hitched—her glowing amber eyes widened, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of gold remained.
The blue mist curling from her hair pulsed brighter, swirling in erratic patterns as her lips parted.
A flush crept up her neck, staining her pale skin pink.
"R-Really?" Her voice wavered, the unnatural duality flickering like a weak signal.
Her body pressed harder against him, thighs tightening around his hips.
Don nodded. "Yes."
The word left his lips rough, barely more than a breath, but Elle heard it—her pupils swallowed the gold of her irises completely, leaving only black.
A sharp, needy sound caught in her throat as he leaned in, closing the last inch between them.
Their lips crashed together in the next moment—hot, deep. It left no room for hesitation.
