Victor's eyes were dark, burning with a possessive fire that seemed to consume the very air between them. He pulled the ice pack away and tossed it aside, his fingers curling into her hair once more.
"We're getting married in the morning," he stated, his voice low and absolute. "No more running. No more games. You belong to me, Libby. Legally, physically, entirely."
He didn't wait for an answer. He crashed his lips against hers, a kiss that was less an act of affection and more a claim of ownership. It tasted of iron and salt, desperate and overwhelming.
He hauled her up from the floor, his strength effortless as he carried her toward the bed. He dropped her onto the mattress and hovered over her, his body a heavy weight that pinned her down.
"Mine," he growled against her skin, his h
