“I love you, little juvie.” He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes that sends a thrill down my spine. With a firm grip he forces my chin up, tilting my head back so our lips collide. The kiss is demanding, a clash of power and vulnerability that leaves me breathless.
As he pulls away, his gaze locks onto mine, dark and intense. “You’re ours now, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “No one else can have you.”
“Ever,” Gray chimes in, pulling us into his chest. I watch as Nix’s gaze shifts to Gray, a spark igniting between them.
Without breaking eye contact, Nix leans closer, his expression a mix of desire and determination. Gray tilts his head slightly, his lips parting just enough to invite Nix in. The air around us thickens with anticipation, charged and electric.
Their lips meet in a fierce clash, a dance of dominance and surrender. Nix’s hands find their way to Gray’s jaw, gripping him tightly as if anchoring himself in this moment. Gray responds with equal fervor, his fingers threading through Nix’s hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
It’s raw and passionate, a collision of two fierce souls that sends shockwaves through me. I can see the intensity in their eyes, the unspoken bond that ties them together. It’s a kiss filled with promises and secrets, a testament to the love that has grown between them.
It’s incredible to think how far we’ve come. They went from my bullies to the loves of my life, two souls who once made me feel small, now standing beside me, fierce and protective. In a world that often felt suffocating, they became my dark salvation, my refuge from the storm.
And as the lanterns sway gently above us, casting a warm glow over the clearing, I know that I have found my home in their hearts.
“Let’s go home,” Gray murmurs as he leads us down the aisle, his voice a soothing balm against the whirlwind of emotions still swirling within me. The words hang in the air, heavy with promise and the weight of everything we’ve just shared.
“Home,” I whisper, the word filled with hope and possibility, and as we step into the unknown, I know that wherever we go, as long as we’re together, it will always feel like home.
Jett Lawson doesn’t chase butterflies. He pins their wings—then watches them beg.
As Frampton’s new swim captain, he’s fame wrapped in muscle and menace. Everyone wants him. No one touches him.
Rebekah Hart is the quiet music major with trembling fingers and a voice like sin. She shouldn’t tempt him. But when she plays, he can’t breathe.
He ruins her first. With cruel words. With possession. With promises he has no intention of keeping.
She was supposed to be soft. He was supposed to stay cold.
But when the line between torment and touch disappears, they both learn: Butterflies aren’t fragile. They’re fire with wings.
And Jett’s about to burn.
