Ellie's POV
We stumbled backward together, too lost in each other to care where we were going until the back of my legs hit the bed. He guided me down gently, his hands never leaving me, as if even letting go for a second would be too much. The mattress dipped under us, pulling us closer, and the bond between us pulsed like a fire in my veins.
He hovered over me, his chest moving fast like he had run a thousand miles. His breath brushed against my lips, shaky and warm, and I could feel how hard he was fighting himself. His silver eyes glowed faintly, not wild, not angry, just full of something I couldn’t even put into words. Fear. Love. Hunger. All mixed together until I thought it might break him.
“Ellie…” His voice cracked when he said my name, and it made my heart squeeze painfully.
