"Yours," Arya said. "I am yours."
"Only mine," Keith demanded.
"Only yours," she confirmed.
Arya gasped into the kiss that landed on her lips with urgency.
She could feel his erection teasing and prodding, and his hands caressed her to set her body on fire, but even more impactful were his emotions that matched his words. Possessive, unyielding, dominating. Under that overbearing attitude was an endless ocean of worship he had for her, and she knew he would do everything in his power to make her happy.
Keith pushed inside her with a groan. She was hot and wet, and the sparks of their bond amplified the pleasure to the point of his legs trembling.
Keith's right hand gripped Arya's hip to hold her in place, and his left palm laid flat on the tiled wall for support as he thrust into her vigorously. Faster. Harder. It was mind-blowing, and he wondered how high they could go.
