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It's not as cold as I thought it was going to be, although my nipples seem to disagree with that as they swell and harden. I leave the bedroom and realize I don’t know where the bathroom is. I try the door next to Cullen’s room but that’s another bedroom. The next door I try is the bathroom and I slip in and flip the light on. I close the door and use the toilet. I stand up and flush and then I look at myself in the mirror over the sink while I wash my hands.

I’m flushed and my eye lids look heavy, but I have never looked more alive. Cullen isn’t just bringing my pussy to life; he’s bringing all of me to life. I can’t believe the man I thought I hated has somehow become the one man that I crave. I shake my head, smiling at the absurdity of the situation.

I shut the tap off, dry my hands, turn the light back off and leave the bathroom. I wait for a moment letting my eyes adjust to the sudden darkness. Once I can see again, I head back to Cullen’s bedroom. I go inside and close the door as quietly as I can, but Cullen stirs at the sound anyway.

“I hope you’re not trying to sneak out on me again Max,” he says.

“I … No,” I say, walking towards the bed. “You caught me sneaking back in, not out. I went to the bathroom. I didn’t mean to wake you,”

“Good,” he says. “Because I meant what I said Max. You are mine now and that means you don’t get to go sneaking away from me.”

I nod my head, unable to speak in the moment. He lifts the duvet back for me as I reach the bed and I slide down onto the mattress and he covers me up. He holds his arm out to me, and I roll towards him, putting my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. I put my hand flat on his stomach and feel it gently rising and falling with his breaths. I hook one leg over one of his and he shuffles closer to me and rubs his fingers in a circle on my shoulder.

“You really meant it? That I … I’m yours now?” I dare to whisper, made brave enough to ask the question by the fact that he brought it up first.

“I meant it,” he says. “And I hope you did too because I am not letting you go.”

“I did,” I confirm.

“Let me hear you say it then,” he says.

“I am yours,” I say without embarrassment or hesitation.

He kisses the top of my head.

“You are mine,” he confirms, his voice starting to get thick with sleep once more. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

We fall into a comfortable silence and after a few minutes, Cullen starts to snore quietly. I close my eyes, but sleep doesn’t come and take me just yet. This time though, I’m not kept awake by worry, or even by Cullen’s snores. I’m kept awake simply because I’m delighted to learn that he really meant what he said.

I am his.

I try the thought on for size in the privacy of my own mind and I find that I like it.

I am his.

Yes. It feels right and I smile to myself. I’m still smiling when sleep finally takes me.

Chapter 17

Cullen

Iwake up and smile when I see Max laying beside me. She is facing away from me, and her hair is hanging down her back. She has one arm out of the duvet. Even after the conversation we had last night when I thought Max was sneaking off, but she was really just on her way back from using the bathroom, I still half expected her to be gone when I woke up this morning. But she is still here, and I decide that she deserves a nice treat to wake up to seeing as how she has been a good girl and done as she was told to.

I put my arm around her waist and run my fingers over her belly and down towards her clit. She stirs slightly but she doesn’t fully wake up as my fingers run over her skin. I press my fingers between her legs, opening her lips up and running my fingers over her clit. Max moans as I lightly tease her and then I apply more pressure and begin to move her clit from side to side. Max comes awake properly then, moaning louder and shifting position slightly so that I can get to her clit easier.

“Good morning,” I say, and I kiss her neck.

“Good morning,” she moans back. “I could get used to being waked up this way.”

“I bet you could,” I say.

I kiss along Max’s shoulder bone and then back towards her neck. I nibble gently on the tender skin there and as I nibble, I increase the pace of my fingers on her clit. I bring her right to the edge of coming – I can tell she’s almost there by the wet, warm rush over my fingers and by the way her breathing changes and her muscles start to tighten up.

I’m already rock hard and ready for her, and I pull my fingers away from her clit. She makes a noise of frustration and I laugh softly.

“Patience now,” I whisper, making sure to let my tongue tickle her earlobe when I have spoken.

“Fuck me Cullen,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. So much for her being patient. But I get it because I can hear how full of need she is, and it would be rude not to oblige her I feel.

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