Chapter 53 A Vow To Burn The World

• I open my mouth to speak, but the words catch in my throat, tangled in the whirlwind of emotions that his touch, his words, his presence stir inside me. The waves crash softly in the distance, the wind rustling the leaves of the palm trees, but all I can hear is the pounding of my heart, the heat of his breath, the urgency in his voice.
• He pulls me tighter against him, his lips moving down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice rough, filled with need. "Only mine."
• His mouth claims mine again, slower this time, but no less intense. The kiss is softer, more deliberate, but it still holds that same edge of desperation, of hunger. His hands move to my waist, gripping me tightly as if I might slip away from him, as if he's afraid of losing me.