They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, him still inside her, his chest against her back."Shower," he said finally. "Then breakfast. Then we're doing this again."But when they got to the shower, he couldn't wait. He pinned her against the shower wall, the water running over them, and fucked her standing up. His hand was at her throat, not squeezing, just holding her in place. His mouth was at her neck, kissing and biting."You're mine," he growled against her skin. "Say it. Tell me you're mine.""I'm yours," she gasped. "Only yours. Forever.""That's right." He drove deeper, and she came around him, her orgasm triggered by his possession more than any physical sensation.When they finally got out of the shower, Lyra could barely stand. He carried her to the kitchen and set her on a stool at the island."Eat," he commanded, placing a plate in front of her. Eggs, toast, fruit. "You need fuel."While she ate, he made coffee and watched her. His eyes were possessive, da
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