CHAPTER NINETY NINE

Anders made love to her that night more passionately than he had ever done with anyone. He was in the moment, with nothing else coming to the fore. The whole world might be burning, but they wouldn’t know. Anders and Veil were consumed by each other, their yearnings tugging them towards each other.

They moved from the couch to the floor when it became too hot, even with the soft whir of the air conditioner. They marked the tiled ground with every whisper, every tease, the soft sighs, the gasps, the eye rolls, the beautiful orgasms. They were whole with each other, and for the first time, Veil didn’t feel the need to shy away from what they were.

Even though there wasn’t a word to it.

They were just Anders and Veil. Simply Anders and Veil.

His arms were draped across her torso when she woke up, the weight almost crushing her. She moved slowly, trying to get his hand off, but it only made him pull her closer in his sleep, wrapping his hand around her.

She felt his heart thud ag