He did nothing but whisper.
Her hands gripped the sheets. Her head fell back. Her toes curled. Her mouth parted with silent pleas.
She was losing her mind, and he hadn't even moved.
"I want to make love to your soul," he said, brushing a knuckle over her cheek.
He already had her falling apart with love alone.
"your essence is intoxicating, I smell you, baby. Almost there…cum for me, Love."
As if that was all the permission she needed to come crashing down, she did with intense and blinding high.
Only then, did he kiss her again.
*****
Kade stood at the boundary line, staring at the grim sight before him. The body of Sarah, limp and swaying ever so slightly from the tree branch, was more than just a dead rogue. It was a message. A statement. And it wasn't subtle.
