I smiled at the glowing necklace on my chest and then at Roman in the mirror. With his dark golden eyes, he stared at it too. He wasn’t going to reject me. He didn’t want me to hurt anymore. He wanted me to be his. That was all.
He snaked one of his hands around my throat, pulled me closer, and then brushed his lips against my neck. I sucked in a breath, tingles shooting down my arms.
“Mine,” he murmured against my ear.
His fingers moved down my forearm, and he rested his large, callous hand on my inner thigh. Inch by inch, he pushed his bedsheet from my legs until I was bare to him.
Grasping my jaw in one hand and fingering my folds with the other, he smirked against my neck, his breath fanning my skin. “Mine.”
He slipped two fingers inside of me and began to slowly and softly push t
