“Then say it.”
“I love you.”
I kissed him because it was lovely to hear, but those weren’t the words I wanted from him. “I love you more. But, that’s not what I want you to say. You’re mine, Gray. You belong to me. There is nothing more to hold back, or hide. You. Are. Mine. Say it.”
He blinked, slowly. When he opened his eyes again, I didn’t see fear, or need, or domination. Only love. “I’m your.”
“I know. Now take me home and explain to me why in the hell you decided to die on me while I beat your hot ass with flogger and then a whip, and then a paddle, and then a cane.”
He pushed his hands into my hair and kissed me. Soft and sweet and then hard and needy. Just like I liked it.
He kissed me until I almost forgot about being mad.
Almost.