“You make me want to be claimed,” Harper admits with a soft smile, “I never really liked rough or possessive guys, but somehow it is different when it comes to you. I find I want you to be more possessive.” Oliver’s heart skipped a beat at her admission, the soft smile on her face sending a rush of warmth through his chest. The vulnerability in her voice as she confessed wanting his possessiveness was more intoxicating than any physical act could ever be. “You have no idea what hearing that does to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Knowing I am the only one who gets to see this side of you– the side that wants to be claimed and owned completely.” His hands tightened possessively on her hips, pulling her even closer against him, despite the fact that they were both still conn
