~ ZEV ~
Chest still rising and falling as she caught her breath, Sasha was stretched out over his thighs like a cat, her breasts high, hands gripping his shoulders, breath heaving out of an open mouth, and eyes squeezed shut.
She looked so perfect, so… glorious, the moment crystallized for him.
He dropped his forehead to rest right between her breasts, his breath tearing out against her skin as he wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her home against him with all the desperation of a man losing his last grip on life.
She was his reason for being. His purpose. He knew God wasn't giving him another one—except his son. His family. The two of them. They were life, to him. Sasha was his life. The fact that he might lose her to those human bastards…