I reared away, her blood dripping from the corner of my mouth, and brought my lips to hers. Thea whimpered as the kiss deepened, each sound a quiet encouragement, urging me toward completion. Breaking the kiss, our eyes met, and I snarled, “You belong to me.” “Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated, her gaze never leaving mine. “And you belong to me, so I want to feel you spill inside me.” The final wicked request undid me, and I released with a thunderous groan, filling her over and over as she clung to me.
