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My body ached. My center throbbed with the need to have him back inside me. We had been going at it non-stop for weeks but no matter how many times we had sex, I constantly wanted him.
“We have three years to make up for, Queenie.”
It was true. And while I was sore, I needed more of him.
“Your body has a story to tell and I’m going to be the only one reading it.”
I smiled at the memory of his sweet words, but it still didn’t mean that I wasn’t scared.
“Hey.” He cupped my cheek, forcing me to look up at him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m scared,” I finally said, not liking how weak I sounded. I looked down at my hands on his lap. We were now sitting on the couch in my office, holding, kissing, touching. Doing everything a couple did.
“Gigi.” His fingers brushed down my jaw before pinching my chin. He tilted my head back, staring at me with those beautiful black eyes of his.
My heart picked up speed the longer nothing was said.
Vince continued running his thumb and forefinger over the pendant.
I wasn’t sure why but that small touch alone, sent shivers racing down my spine.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, beautiful.” He kissed my temple. “I want to know your thoughts.”
A breath left me. Every damn time. Vince was wise beyond his years. I had no idea how he did it but when he started talking, I was lost to him. Was this love? Was this how it should be?
“I feel consumed,” I confessed.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his mouth brushing down the side of my face.
My eyes fluttered closed. “When you touch the pendant. When you hold the necklace while you’re inside me.” I shivered again. “I can’t help but feel…”
“What?” he asked, his voice low.
“Owned.”
A soft growl left him. “You are. You’re owned by me, baby.”
I looked up at him then. “I am?”
He hooked his fingers in the gold chain and pulled me closer until our mouths touched. The kiss was soft but passionate. It demanded my attention and I gave it to him. All of it.
“You’re mine, Queenie,” he murmured against my lips.
I broke the kiss, running my hands through his jet-black hair and stared intently into his dark eyes. “Are you mine?”
He nipped my chin. “Do you want me to be?”
“More than I can ever explain.”
His lips twitched into that sexy smirk I had always adored. “Good.”
I laughed lightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. But I have a confession.”
“What’s that?” I asked, brushing my fingers over the smooth lines of his handsome face. He still had a boyish charm to him but at the same time, was becoming the very man I needed.
“I’ve always been yours.”
