Clothes came off fast—hers tugged down, his yanked over his head, tattoos sprawling across his chest and arms like maps of sins. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as though they’d done this a thousand times.

“You feel small,” he said, teeth nipping at her throat. “Breakable. But I bet you’re dying for me to prove you’re not.”

“Yes,” she whispered, shocking herself with how much she meant it.

His eyes flared. “Then you’ll get what you asked ...