“Look at me,” I demanded. Her gaze moved from the bear to me. “No matter what, you will always have me.”

“You’re gonna be too busy with Devlynn.”

“I ended it with her.”

“What? Why?” she asked, her eyes startled and wide.

“Her mother is the reason our father is dead. Her father is the reason we have to move. I don’t want anything to do with her or her kind. Not anymore,” I lied again.

I would always want something to do with Devlynn Price, but I knew that to keep myself and my family safe, I had to walk away. Forever.

Chapter 18

Devlynn

His eyes flashed before he hauled me to him in an even tighter embrace, our bodies pressed against my apartment windows with the drapes open.

His sweat slicked my skin as his lips met mine, and our tongues tangled in an erotic dance. He tasted sinful and sweet, a combination I could die for.

I melted instantly in his arms like I always did, pushing my hands into his hair. Our lips smashed together so tightly they’d be swollen in the morning, and I didn't care. His hands caressed my back, ribcage, breasts, and ass. He slammed me against the floor-to-ceiling windows and held me firmly against his lean body.

I pulled his shirt off, and a flood of arousal hit me between my thighs. My heart thudded in my ears as we stared at each other, lost in a lust-filled gaze.

“I could go insane thinking about anyone else's hands on you,” he muttered.

He claimed my lips with his, sliding his hands up my thighs and lifting me against the door with a thigh in each hand. I hung suspended, his hips snug between my legs and my arms around his neck. We kissed, and I tugged his hair, whimpering into his mouth and rocking into his arousal. I panted as he held me high on my hips, his cock pressed against the thin fabric of my panties.

“Mine. This pussy is mine and only mine.”

He angled his body into me and rubbed with deft strokes. Lust consumed me, causing my hips to move in rhythm with his of their own volition.

My brain was foggy with need as I confessed, “You’re the only one who’s ever been there, Elis.”

“Baby,” he grunted, his big, strong body sinking against mine with my admission. “You don’t know what that does to me. To know you haven’t been with anyone but me, that it’s only ever been us, even after all these years…” He kissed me with determined strokes. “I couldn’t bring myself to even look at anyone else. I saw you everywhere. There’s never been anyone for me but you, even when I hated to admit it. Even when I was running from us, I was only running from me, Princess. And I’m sick of running from you.”