Chapter 27 Chains Of Desire

• Max***
• The weight of Sara in my arms felt like a brand, marking me as hers in a way I couldn’t explain. I woke to the sound of her breath, soft and steady, mingling with the harsh rhythm of my own. Her body pressed close to mine, the heat between us seeping into my bones, making the morning air feel like a distant thing. I could feel every inch of her—her skin, soft and warm, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair spilled across my arm, tangled like a part of me. It was all mine—hers and mine.
• I tightened my hold on her just a little more, a possessive reminder to myself that she was real—that she wasn’t slipping away, not this time. She was here, in my arms, where she belonged, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take her from me. The thought of someone else touching her, having her even for a moment, was enough to send a violent ripple through me. I couldn’t stand it. I wouldn’t stand it.