“Tell me,” he says as his teeth latch on to the lip I’m currently biting, tugging it free and soothing it with an enrapturing lick, rendering the rest of me completely boneless. “Tell me you’re mine, Ivanna.” For the love of all the pretty holy things, what is he doing to me? “I’m yours, Wells. Only yours.” He lets a heavy breath tumble out with my vow. “That’s my good girl.”
