Erik’s POV

My head reeled, breath puffing against the back of Poppy’s neck. I could feel her chest heaving and falling under my arm as I pulled her up against my chest. She pressed back, the scent of her hair in my nose.

She felt so wonderful against me, the sound of her cries still echoing in my head. She was so responsive. So loud. I loved it.

I loved hearing her voice crack as she screamed my name. I loved watching the tears stream down her face when ...