Climbing onto his lap, I palm his face roughly in my hands. “No, I’m not scared. You have my trust. You have my loyalty. You have me.” His body tenses beneath me just before he grips me by the throat, jerking me closer. “You’ve sealed your fate, killer. You fucking belong to me.” He kisses me roughly, punctuating his words. “Your body.” Kiss. “Your blood.” Lick. “Your breath.” He squeezes my throat, kissing me again. “Your heart.” Bite. “Your fucking soul.” He growls, and I melt against him, surrendering to the beast.
