Only You: A Forbidden Love
"Shh, baby girl. You did so good. You were perfect. So fucking perfect for us."
"Ours now," Drake agreed, his voice still rough. "You're ours, Laurel. Say it."
"Yours," I whispered, the word barely audible, my throat raw and swollen. "I'm yours. Both of yours."
"Good girl," they said together, and I felt them both smile, felt the satisfaction radiating from them like heat.