Captive Of The Count
I nodded at her question pulling her closer if it was even possible as we were practically merged.
"How many times will I tell you that you own me, Amara?"
"Maybe if you tattooed it on your forehead..." she laughed and I did too, tightening my arms around her and sniffing at her hair for her scent, I couldn't get enough.
"You own me moy malen'kiy lunnyy svet now, forever and always."
"Yes, I own you." Her hands tightened around my neck possessively and it filled me with glee knowing that this beautiful creature in my arms considered me to be hers, wanted me to be hers and needed me to be hers.
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