No, fuck.
Not mineuntilunless she agrees.
She runs from her emotions, so convincing her won’t be easy. Somehow, I don’t think letting her know just how obsessed I am with her will do the trick.
I can just picture it. ‘By the way, kitten, I’ve stalked you for years, and now that we’ve become partners, I am beyond madly in love with you. Also, I’m desperate to bind our souls together for eternity. Think you can help me with that?’
Yeah, that won’t go over well.
Her breathing is evening out. My drunk little kitten is fast asleep against my chest.
More warmth fills me as I hold her close. There is nothing in this universe I’ve ever wanted more than for her to want me back.
“You’re not mine, kitten. But I think I’m quickly becoming yours,” I whisper, still not daring to give her the full truth.
Because even if I can’t claim her, she’s already claimed me completely and irrevocably.
Fuuuuck me. If she begs me to fuck her one more time, I’m going to break. Already, I’m not sure I could walk away from her, even if she asked me to.
But if I fuck her? There’s no way I’ll be able to let her go.
Her taste is still on my lips as she pulls her clothes back on. Her brow is furrowed, and her cheeks are flushed, and I’m dying to know what’s going on in that mind of hers.
My heart is still beating furiously in my chest, because for a moment there, she considered it. Her pupils dilated, and her pulse picked up as she thought about being mine.
It was gone a second later, when it was replaced by fear… but she didn’t say no.
Warmth and hope flood my chest. I don’t care if the Fates never meant for her to be mine.
If she’ll have me, there is nothing I won’t do to keep her.
She owns me, heart and fucking soul.
THAT MOTHERFUCKING SONOFABITCH ASSHOLE FUCKING GOD!
A fucking GOD wants MY kitten.
Fucking Fates, now this asshole is offering to make her a goddess.
She’s going to choose him. I have to kill him.
I freeze.
Did she just say she was certain of me?
Mine.
Joy like I’ve never experienced fills me as I watch my little mate sleeping in my arms.
I’ll never get used to feeling her naked body pressed against mine. But she’s worn out and needs sleep.
I smile, content just to watch her.
I’m still in disbelief that she chose me.
Her eyes flutter open, and my heart skips a beat when they find mine.
I almost laugh when she flushes, looking embarrassed. Instead, I decide to remind her body just how well acquainted we are.
