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Nodding, my limbs tightened around him, and my eyes wanted to close.
“Look at me,” he grunted.
My eyes met his and I could see it.Love.“Denver…”
“You are mine, Valerie. You belong tome. Your body ismine. Your heart ismine. Your soul belongs tomy soul. Do you understand?” he asked, moving in and out of me slowly now. He ducked his head and began kissing my neck.
I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”
“I take care of what’s mine, Enchantress,” he whispered against my skin.
“I can’t let you—Ah!”
His hand was in my hair, yanking it back painfully. “I don’t give a fuck who’s in this house and who can hear. You don’t accept the fact that I’m going to take care of you for the rest of your life, I will punish you, and you won’t be able to leave the fucking bed tomorrow,” he warned harshly into my ear, slamming his hips into me.
“Den—”
“I love you. Fuck, I love you.Dammit, baby, let me take care of you.” He let go of my hair and brought my lips to his, kissing me roughly. He fucked me faster, not breaking the kiss. My body hummed as I clung to him. When I was close, he broke away from me, halting his movements.
“You gonna let me take care of my family, or do I need to punish you?” Denver whispered, resting his forehead against mine.
“Family?” I breathed.
“Yes.”
Tears stung my eyes. “I love you.”
“That’s all fine and good. I love you and I love hearing you say that, but I need you to let me—”
“Okay,” I said, kissing him again. I pulled away, “But I get to cook you dinner.”
He shook his head. “Gotta feed my woman and fuck her every night.”
“Do you just expect me to lounge around the house all day and do nothing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He pulled out and slammed back into me again, forcing me to moan.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want,” he growled. “You can write, draw, paint, start a business. I don’t care. If you make money, that’s your money.”
“Denver,” I whimpered, trying my best to protest but he felt too good. This felt too good. We felt too good.
Thrust.
“I.”
Thrust.
“Take.”
Thrust.
“Care.”
Thrust.
“Of.”
Thrust and hold.
“You.”
