Chapter 269
- Gray cuts me off with a kiss, and every sharp syllable I was about to throw at him dies on my tongue. His mouth is all calm heat, his hand sliding up to the nape of my neck, firm and possessive—like he's anchoring me, like I already belong to him.
- His body presses against mine, holding me close, and I don't need the words to know his answer.
- "I'm yours, little minx," he rasps against my lips.