Her body immediately reacted to his teasing, bucking and gyrating in hopes of gaining more contact. His sudden full thrust managed to pull a gasp from her, the sudden fullness crashed against the subsiding waves of her recent climax. His words did as much as his actions, the growl of them caused her to fluttered beneath him. Her hips ground back against his with each thrust until she too gave into the feelings and allowed the pleasurable sensations inside her build to a crescendo and come crashing down within her. The orgasm followed quickly behind his, leaving her trembling with the spasms of it. Lane laid there with him, panting, coming down from the last few hours.<br/><br/>She was not foolish enough to think that this was anything but sex, or at least that was what she tried to tell herself it was. A day was too quick to crash into someone with this kind of intensity and have it be anything but lust, right? Still, the words he had said moments before echoed in her head as he pulled her close against him.<i>You're going to be mine. </i>Whether he had meant them as something just said in the moment, in a passing moment of rapture. The words felt both exciting and a bit terrifying because she had belonged to other men with passion in their eyes and pain in their hearts who didn't have centuries of baggage and demonic exes. She did her best to push the word aside as she laid in his arms, because what he said next was just the salve she needed.<br/><br/>Honey brown eyes looked him with a more pensive gaze than he probably expected, as he pulled back from the kiss. Maybe it was this ancient soul playing tricks on her, establishing a deeper connection than she was really ready for. But it was one she wanted, one she wanted desperately. Lane didn't think she needed a white knight or a savior, but that didn't mean there weren't parts of her that needed saving.<br/><br/>"Do you mean that? More than just here, this..." She sucked in a breath and blew it out again, inwardly scolding herself for not just basking in this moment. He had driven her body to heights she had never reached with another person, she could just enjoy it and leave the rest on the shelf for now. "This is a lot heavier than I expected," she whispered as her gaze fell to his chest and she bit her bottom lip. Lane closed her eyes then, trying to get a hold of the emotions flooding through her. She had a habit of drowning in them, enjoying the lows as much as the highs things like this. She sighed and then brought her eyes back up to look at him.<br/><br/>"I want to help you, and this doesn't have to be apart of that. I can separate things," Lane did not even realize it, but she was giving him an out. He could embrace the situation, say "Wham-Bam-Thank you, Ma'am." and still get what he wanted out of her. She did not want a declaration of some deep felt care. It would ring hollow, but what he had said moments before was anything but that. This wasn't some insecure one-night stand fishing for reassurance, because there were so many things at play here. Maybe Adella was never meant to help him, meant to be with him.<i>I'm not her. Not her. </i>She repeated in her head, now to convince herself. She did not want to be the echo of Adella's life and especially not her dark end. James seemed to hold not only a promise of danger and depth, but something more settling. Companionship. A partner in crime. The price of being with him would likely be heavy, but Lane thought it was one she would be willing to pay.