Can't Get Enough

[Serenity’s POV]

Later that evening, I straddle Maverick, my lips pressed against his while his hands run along my skin. Ever since returning to my room after gaining my father’s acceptance, I just couldn’t seem to get enough of the man in front of me. Was it because I felt like the single hurdle keeping us apart was now gone, or was it something more? I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t care; all I cared about right now was ravishing Maverick while I had the chance.

“You’re acting like this is our last night together.” He murmurs now as I begin to trail kisses to his neck.

“You never know,” I counter, fixing my gaze on his dark one. “It could be.”

Tomorrow wasn’t promised for us, not as long as Ezekial was out there roaming free. Didn’t that mean that we should take advantage of each and every second that we have?

“Are you suggesting that we will lose this fight?” Maverick demands, his voice stern.

Gasping, I find myself being flipped so that he is left hovering over me with a look