Carrie's mind raced, torn between disbelief and surrender.
She had already climaxed twice tonight in her own reckless way, but this… this was different.
This wasn't just pleasure—it was intimacy, raw and undeniable.
She felt his hunger, his restraint, his desire all poured into that single kiss, and it made her dizzy.
Ross finally drew back just enough to look at her, his lips still brushing hers as he whispered, "You're mine, Carrie." His breath was hot against her skin, sending another shiver racing down her spine.
Her cheeks burned, her lips tingled, and she could barely form words.
All she could manage was a breathless nod before leaning forward again, pressing her mouth to his in desperate need, no longer shy, no longer hesitant.
"I'm yours, Ross… just please, don't break my heart," Carrie whispered, her voice soft but heavy with emotion.
Her gaze lingered on him, pleading yet trusting, the fear and hope warring inside her clear as day.
