CHAPTER 35

I'M POSSESSIVE....

The rain hadn’t stopped all night. By morning, the sky was still a deep, brooding gray, and the sound of water dripping from the eaves, filled the quiet of the house.

Abigail stood at the tall windows in the bedroom, her fingers lightly brushing the curtain as she looked out at the drenched garden, things going through her mind, just flipping not knowing what to focus on. Luke was still in bed, leaning back against the headboard with a file open on his lap.

She didn’t have to turn to know he was watching her.

“You’ve been staring out there for a while,” he said, his voice low his eyes still on the file in front of him.

She glanced over her shoulder. “Just thinking so many things on mind just like you think alot.”

His brow lifted slightly. “About Adrian?”

She smiled faintly. “I thought you weren’t jealous.”

“I’m not,” he replied smoothly, closing the file. “I’m possessive. That’s different.”

She laughed softly, but he didn’t. His gaze stayed on her steady, unreadable, like he was weighing something in his mind.

“Come here,” he said finally.

She walked toward him, the slow rhythm of her steps almost deliberate. When she stopped at the edge of the bed, he reached out and took her wrist, drawing her closer until she was between his knees.

“You really think I didn’t notice the way he looked at you yesterday?” Luke murmured.

Her lips curved. “And you think I cared?”

“I think you enjoyed the attention,” he said, his hand sliding up her thigh. “And I think I need to remind you who you belong to.”so no one's would bother crossing the line, not even Adrian and I just thought you should know Incase you forgot.

The shift in his tone sent a shiver down her spine.

Luke’s hands were unhurried, sliding along the hem of her silk nightgown. He pushed it upward, inch by inch, until the fabric bunched at her waist. His fingers traced the bare skin of her hips, warm and firm, grounding her.

She felt his breath against her stomach before his lips followed, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss there.

Her pulse quickened. “Luke…”

“Turn around,” he said quietly.

She did. His hands skimmed over her back, then hooked into the thin straps of her gown, easing them down her shoulders. The silk whispered against her skin as it fell to the floor.

She stood there in nothing but her underwear, feeling the weight of his eyes on her. He reached forward, unfastening the clasp with a flick of his fingers, and the last barrier fell away.

When he pulled her down onto his lap, she straddled him, their eyes locking. He kissed her slowly at first deep, steady, each movement deliberate like he was savoring every second.

Then his mouth drifted lower, over her jaw, down her throat, until she was arching into him without thinking.

His hands held her in place, one at the small of her back, the other curving around her neck. It wasn’t rough, but it was firm reminding her he was in control.

“You taste like mine,” he murmured against her skin.

Her breath caught. “I am yours.”

The look he gave her then was dark and certain, like those words settled something in him.

They moved to the bed without breaking their kiss. Luke eased her down, covering her body with his. His touch was different this time not rushed, not impatient, but slow, exploring every curve, every line, as though he was memorizing her all over again.

When his fingers slid lower, she gasped softly, her hips instinctively pressing into his hand. He didn’t rush; he circled, teased, keeping her trembling just on the edge.

Her hands fisted in the sheets. “Luke, please…”

He finally gave her what she wanted, his movements precise, confident, coaxing soft moans from her until her back arched and the sound of rain seemed to fade around her.

By the time he entered her, she was already trembling with need. He moved slowly at first, letting her feel every inch, every shift of his body against hers.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, until there was no space left between them just them in their own world.

Luke’s mouth found hers again, swallowing her sighs, his pace building in a steady rhythm that made it impossible to think of anything else.

The air between them was warm, damp with shared breath, the scent of skin and desire filling the room mixture of her shampoo and his almost so intoxicating.

When she reached the edge again, he held her there, his hand gripping hers above her head. “Look at me,” he said, voice thick.

She did, and the sight of him eyes locked on hers, jaw tight, body moving with hers pushed her over.

Her release hit hard, and he followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a low, rough groan.

They lay tangled together afterward, the rain still whispering against the windows. Luke’s hand rested at her hip, his thumb moving in slow circles.

“You know,” she murmured, “if you keep reacting like this every time a man looks at me, you’re going to wear me out so sooner than expected.”

His mouth curved against her hair. “Good.”

It's not a biggie, that's why you belong to me Abigail….he called her name with a voice low but yet trying to remind her that she really belonged to him and wasn't going to let her go so easily.

She just flipped a look at him and removing her eyes, leaned on his chest with her hands over his chest…deep down she has to remind herself that this was only a year contract…. which she prayed the year to run slow. Suddenly coming to her senses, she smiled at her silliness but she knew that's what she wanted. She was ready to remain in his circle and face everything, as long as he loved her just as much as she did.