Vampire Slave23

She grinned at the incredible fact that this man, this wonderful, amazing and gentle man was unsure because he wanted her. It was one of the biggest, most wonderful boost to her shattered belief in her self-confidence. And he had given it to her. Her incredible, sweet, gorgeous man, the man that made her body sing, that had never once hurt her, that protected her against all others. He wanted her. Maybe he would be the one, her one true mate. She could do nothing but hope fervently that the sisters of fate would shine their faces over her.

"Yes?" he asked, reaching for her with hands that were not only gentle but actually shaking as he reached out to pull her back in his arms. His grin widened when she nodded.

"Yes, Chal. I want you. I would belong to you, wear your collar and your leash if that is the way you want me. I know, in here," she said, pressing her hand against her breast, "you would never, ever, hurt me. I think you'd rather cut off your own hands to prove it to me."

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