Seren
“Our pup,” I murmured, my lips brushing his.
His forehead came to mine, our breaths mingling. “Our future,” he said softly.
The words sank into me, heavy and grounding. Tomorrow might bring blood and ruin, but tonight we chose life, and I would not waste a minute of it.
I pushed him back a step, then another, until the edge of the bed caught behind his knees. He sat without breaking eye contact, and I moved with him, straddling his lap, my fingers sliding into his hair as I kissed him again—deeper this time. Hungrier.
His hands traveled my back slowly, deliberately, mapping every curve like he was reacquainting himself with something sacred. His fingers feathered over my skin, sending little jolts of electricity through me, the sensation causing my core to clench, desperate to b
