He glances down at my left hand before hitting me with that intense eye contact of his again. “Tell me you’re mine, Sloane.” His thrusts slow, and the look he gives me shows a flash of insecurity. One that doesn’t need to be there. Without hesitation I say the words. “I’m yours, Jasper. I always have been.” Satisfaction flares in his dark irises, and he unleashes on me, one hand slipping down to rub my clit while he fucks me hard enough to make my body slide and stick against the marble. “And you always will be,” he grunts out as we combust, each of us belonging more to the other than to
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