Chapter 30

Maeve’s POV

He didn’t need a response. He closed the remaining distance, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was slow, deep, and heavy with everything he had just confessed. It tasted of stress, relief, and a desperate, beautiful kind of possessiveness.

He didn’t press or rush; he just claimed, his tongue brushing my lips in a silent plea for more.

I parted for him, a soft moan escaping as our t