“I belong to you.” Damien’s hand slowed, but this time didn’t abandon her, instead only drawing lazy circles. “Do you mean this? Truly?” “Yes.” She caught her breath, nodding, the words that had been pouring from her chest for so long but always catching in her throat finally freeing themselves. “I’m yours, Damien.” He exhaled against her neck, his length throbbing, fingers quickening. “Mine,” he rasped, squeezing her wrists and pulling her even tighter against him. “My sweet Ammalie would do whatever I say, wouldn’t she? Arcanely possessed or not?” The truth broke out of her like a sprout
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