Because she is mine.
Because she belongs to me.
I cross my arms over my chest and affect a stern look.
Lift your nightdress, I say down the bond.If I must ask again, I will tear the garment from your body, and then you will have to sleep naked.
Those lovely, soulful eyes of hers widen again, and her lips part on a small gasp. Her fingers flex on the fabric, and she eventually, very slowly, starts lifting her gown.
I stand there and watch, my body tingling with need, my cock pressing painfully against the front of my trousers.
Gods, what I wouldn’t give to sink inside her right now, to let go of restraint, to hold her down and claim what is mine by all rights.
And yet… I cannot imagine using her so harshly. Not now. Not at the very beginning of our… courtship.
I nearly laugh at the word.
Courtship.
I bought her off the auction platform and I’m holding her captive. Some courtship.
I draw a slow breath.
She is untouched.
Sweet. Innocent.
Despite the dark impulses rising within me, I want more than her body. I want her trust. I want her to understand that her happiness and her pleasure mean more to me than my own ever could.
I want her to realize that I will always—always—take care of her needs. Not out of obligation, but because I adore her to the point of madness.
Warmth spreads through me as I watch her lift her nightdress higher, past her knees, nearly halfway up her thighs.
Gods.
When the time to claim her finally comes, I am not certain I will manage any gentleness.
And yet I must.
I continue taking deep breaths, reminding myself of what she is to me. My dearest. My sweet mate. I cannot hurt her. Not even in the heat of the moment.
At last, she finishes lifting her nightdress, finally revealing her slick, pink center to my gaze.
Her thighs are slightly parted, revealing the sweetness within.
A growl catches in my throat.
Her pussy is enticingly swollen, and her inner thighs gleam with arousal that’s leaked outward from her core.
I stalk closer, and my nostrils flare as I take a deep inhale, savoring the scent of her excitement.
Fucking delicious.
My cock lurches, sensation zips up my thighs, and my scrotum tightens.
Heated waves of longing sweep over me, prompting a brief spell of dizziness as my knees start to buckle.
A growl tears from my throat, then I move.
