He tastes as I remember, smells, and feels like my dreams, and with every second of this unity, a part of me starts healing. I groan almost instantly, a thousand butterflies fluttering up inside my stomach, warmth spreading through my veins. My fingers find their way up around his neck and across those muscular shoulders, hair, and jaw. I’m roaming, devouring what I’ve been lacking for so long.

I wait for the vision of her to break in, wrenching us apart, but I’m too absorbed in ...