His mouth claimed mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue sweeping in to dominate and possess. The taste of myself on his lips should have been shocking, but it only intensified the heat pooling low in my belly. This wasn't just desire—it was pure, animalistic need.
"Say it," Landon growled against my mouth. "Say you want me with your own free will. No magic, no spell, just you and me."
The confession hovered on the tip of my tongue, raw and honest. But before I could speak, his hand stroked down my side, fingers dipping between my thighs once more, and coherent thought fled my mind.
"I want you," I gasped, arching into his touch. "I've wanted you for so long."
His answering smile was triumphant and hungry as he gathered me into his arms. "Good. Let's take this to the shower. I want you wet and slippery against me."
