- RAYA -
Dex kicks the door shut to his room and drops me softly onto the bed, descending with me as he does. And now that he has navigated us safely here, I can take his mouth fully again—demanding his full attention.
He growls again in that playful, soft possession that calls something in my chest to rise up and arch toward him, and my hands drop to find the hem of his shirt, the waistband of his pants, the feel of his skin under my fingers until he shivers and breaks the kiss.
"Can I ask you something?" He says, his breath against my lips with the question. "It's not sexy, but it's important."
"What?"
He pulls far enough away to look into my eyes, and his hands caress my hair, smoothing it away from my face and spreading it out across the pillow.
