His Dangerous Love On Ice
"Like I belong to you—like I was made for you—Even when everyone says you are dangerous–"
He groaned, his thrusts getting rougher, more desperate, and his hand left my hip to slide around to my throat, not squeezing, just holding, just claiming.
"You are mine," he growled. "Every fucking inch of you. Say it." I gasped hard, feeling the burn, the way my pussy clenched hard against him, taking him deeper,
"I'm yours—"
"Louder."
"I'm yours!" I screamed it. "I'm yours, Zane—"