"Not, would" I corrected, pulling my finger from her warm, wet mouth.

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, I brought the finger to my own lips and licked it clean. Her eyes tracked the motion, raw temptation flashing across her features. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

"You are mine," I declared, my voice and absolute. "Repeat it."

"I am yours," she repeated, the sudden obedience slipping past her lips before she could check her pride.

A slow, satisfied smile touched my lips. "Again."

"I'm yours," she said, louder this time.

I lowered my head into the curve of her neck, inhaling her sweet, frantic scent. The...