Tangled in His Web
“We’re claiming.”
The declaration hung electric, simple as breath, profound as fate.
Lily’s fingers clenched the mug before she abandoned it to the sill, palms tingling with need.
“Claiming what?” Her voice was a husky whisper, laced with hunger.
He surged that final inch, bodies aligning in perfect, heated symmetry—not caging, but cradling.
“You.”
One word, delivered like a caress. No theatrics needed; it seared straight to her core, igniting every nerve.