“Say it,” he whispered, the words low and dark and full of sinful promises. One finger found the hollow of her throat, dragging down between her breasts, along her stomach, lower. “Say it, and I will give you everything you want, clever tempest.” “Yours,” she gasped out, her head tipping back with the single word. “I’m yours. Every piece of me. As much as I am his.” “That’s right, you are,” he growled, another gasp escaping her as he gathered her roughly into his arms.
