Page 8 of Yours, Now and Always
As if that word detonates under his ribs and rearranges his entire fucking bloodstream.
“Say it again,” he growls.
No patience. No room to tease.
Just raw possession in a three-word command.
Heat floods me.
He steps forward. Slow, focused, intentional.
And suddenly I’mveryaware of how married we are and how long he’s been holding back.
“Husband,” I breathe.
“Louder.”
His hands are on my hips now, thumbs pressing in.
I grip his jacket, drag him closer, and say it again. Louder. “Husband.”
That’s the moment he breaks.
He lets out a low, guttural sound. Half growl, half exhale, all restraint gone.
One hand comes to the back of my neck. The other to my ass.
And then heyanksme into him like he’s done pretending we’re not already forever.
His mouth crashes down onto mine, wild, hungry, claiming. There’s nothing polite in it.
Nothing gentle. It’s the kiss of a man who’s waited too long, wanted too hard, and finally—finally— gets to call me his.
I gasp into him, fingers twisted in his jacket.
He kisses me harder. Like that word on my lips did somethingunholyto him.
“Mine,” he rasps against my mouth when he ends the kiss.
His gaze drops to my collar—the one I’ve put back on for him—and I feel him lose himself in it.
He brushes his knuckles over the silver. Then brings his eyes back to mine, stripped raw.
“Say it one more fucking time, Princess. Say it like I’m inside you already.”
My whole body flames with heat, want, need.
Love.
So much love it hurts.
It’s not just heat. It’s an ache. The kind that doesn’t just burn. It brands.
I swallow, feeling all of it. Letting it hit.
Gage is the man who gave me exactly what I needed. No questions. No pressure.
Three months of silence.
