“I would demand to know what they could give you that I cannot.” She gasped but found herself slinging an arm behind his neck as he caressed her, his hand wandering over her body. “What if I—” “No. None shall have you but me. None shall taste you but my lips or the grave. I am a jealous and covetous thing, my darling Maxine. Do not tempt my wrath. Are you curious for another?” “I am testing the edges of the chains you have me wear.” “You wear no chains. Yet.” He growled into her shoulder, pulling the robe away to kiss her there. “Someday, you will. And you will beg me for more.”
