Theo swallowed roughly. Cora said he could bite wherever he wanted. He could taste wherever he wanted. And he could fully have her. "Do you mean it?"
She wet her lips, the nerves still there. But she nodded. "I do. I mean it, and I'm sorry."
His gaze lingered on her. For some reason rather than stoking the fire in his veins, this doused it. She was being thoughtful and deep, and it was a spiritual moment—one that did not require entangling bodies. Because there was something even deeper here, something that was glistening and swirling, blooming larger and he felt it deep inside of his chest.
