No, the way I’m coming apart right now has…absolutely everything to do with this quiet moment, of being alone with Jackson in his dark room and knowing that no part of me his hidden from him right now. That I’m his, if he wants me, every piece of me, body and soul.
And Jackson, to my delight, claims me. Eagerly, like I’m all he’s ever wanted his whole life.
He gives me a small smile and holds my gaze as he lowers his face to my stomach. Then he dips his head and presses a soft kiss there, just below my navel. I raise a hand and run it through his silky hair, letting it slip through my fingers, just…adoring him.
And there’s no need to pass any of these feelings down our bond – because it’s all already open. What I feel, he feels. And to me, he gives precisely the same.
That little ki
