“Chloe, tell me you love me.” The warmth of his breath giving her chills as he spoke those words softly. He needed to hear her say it, to overcome her fear and tell him how she felt. She ran her fingers threw his hair as his lips burned at her neck. She held on to him tightly, almost clinging to him.
“I do love you, Nicholas.” She whispered softly. When his lips returned to hers she kissed him with renewed urgency. She wanted him, his warmth, and his passion.