Page 7 of Reignite

“Take off your dress and don’t say another word. You can whine and cry and justify why you still need those fucking puppies, but I’m not going to change my mind.”

He dropped his pants and ripped his shirt over his head. God, he was a beautiful man. Lord knows I didn’t want to share him with anyone either.

Before I even had a chance to open my mouth again and tell him I agreed, he pushed my dress up over my head and was on top of me pinning my hands down.

So fucking hot.

The look he had in his eyes was the exact same one I’d seen when he’d lost control as Sir.

No. That wasn’t right. Not exactly. There was more emotions flashing through his eyes now. Fear, need, determination, and one that I’d only recently been able to identify.

Love?

“You’re mine now, Angel. Only mine. No one will ever question that again. Not your puppies, no members of this club or any others, and never Foster Bennett ever again.”

Whoa. Where had the thought of Foster come from? He was behind us. We had plans to distance ourselves from him even more.

Once again, Gray wasn’t telling me something. Mierda.

I’d get it out of him soon. First, I was going to make sure he knew we belonged to each other. I’d do it over and over again until he understood.

In the mood he was in right now, he’d get that message best with my complete submission. To him and only him.

“Take me, Gray. Make me only yours.”

The intensity of the need in his stare, the way his breath hitched at my words told me I’d said the right thing.

“Only mine.” He murmured as if he still didn’t believe them and bent his head to my kiss the side of my neck licking and sucking his way from my pulse-point to the sensitive spot behind my ears.

“Open your legs and wrap them around me. I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside of you that you’re going to forget any other man besides me ever existed.”

He still needed more, and I was fully prepared to deliver my coup de gráce.

“Yes, Sir.”

He sucked in a breath between his teeth. “Fuck.”

He drew that one word out long and low, the same way he did when I took him in my mouth or he pushed his cock deep into me.

He finally he let go.

I expected him to fuck me fast and hard, making me come over and over. Instead he took my body, heart, and mind, slowly and passionately.

This wasn’t fucking.

We made love.

He claimed me soul deep.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me, love. Let me see you, see the pleasure building.” Gray shifted his hands, grasping both of my wrists in one and reaching between our bodies with the other.

Not being able to move except how he wanted me to, waiting for his touch to take me closer to the edge, and looking deep into his eyes was the most intimate moment of my life.

His spell over me was complete. If there was ever any other man in the world, I’d never know. He was the only one for me. Ever.

“I love you, Gray.”

He closed his eyes for a brief second as if his pleasure was more than he could handle. When he opened them again, there was a new clarity there. He understood.

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