Sloan
I WAKE UP rested. Strong arms surround me, caging me in the best way. Long fingers press hold the small of my back, finger tips, dusting my ass.
I glance over at the clock.
6:00am
"Crap," I mutter.
Max groans below me, shifting slightly.
"What is it, Mine?" he sleepily grumbles.
Maximus Kane, my... husband, now calls me Mine.
And I like it.
I've always hated the idea of belonging to someone. To being tied down. And since I met him, Maximus Kane has found a way to do just that.
"Nothing, Max. I have to get up."
I shift, wiggling in vain trying to escape him.
"No," he pouts stubbornly. "I need you."
He presses his hips to mine. Muting a gasp, I close my eyes for self-control.
Even as he nibbles at my throat, I keep my resolve.
"Max, let go."
Whining, he kisses me once m
