Brian’s pov.
I froze when her lips touched mine, covered mine completely—almost like a claim of some sort. It felt like eternity since it happened for the first time. Even though that seemed to be just a few days ago. At that party where I’d claimed her. I had lost the last thread of control I’d been clinging to.
Days, weeks, months and years. Years of constantly hearing her voice in my ears, soft and needy, purring my name from lips I knew tasted like heaven. Years of torturing myself with the memory of her skin, the way she sounded whenever I touched her, the way she submitted beneath me.
And now, I had found her again. I was touching her, and she was real. And there was no more secret between us, and I could tell her my feelings. I could tell her just how much I loved her. How much I
