Page 25 of The Possession

And in the morning, I made love to her again.

This time she cried out of gratitude.

“You always know what I need,” she whispered.

“That’s my job,” I told her softly, cupping her cheek. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t know how to satisfy my wife?”

“Fiancé,” she corrected cheekily.

“Only for two more days.”

“Mmm,” she agreed, arching into me. “I don’t suppose we can spend the next two days in bed?”

“Only if you’re okay with Declan and Ian joining us again,” I replied softly. “They’re currently in the guest suites down the hall.”

She shivered. “They’re still here?” Then her eyes grew, realization hitting her. “Ian and Declan are your friends from college?”

I frowned at her tone. She almost sounded mad. “Yes. I told you they were like me.”

“You did, but you didn’t tell me… that…” She trailed off on a sputter.

My brow furrowed. “Are you displeased with me?”

“Yes!” She shook her head. “No. I mean…” She cleared her throat. “How could you not introduce me to them sooner?”

Ah, I saw the problem now. “You weren’t ready.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You mean you weren’t ready.”

I lifted a shoulder. “Perhaps.” I cocked my head. “Does your reaction mean you want to play with them again?” I couldn’t guarantee that I’d be able to share her with Declan again, but arrangements could be made to enjoy another gathering of sorts.

“I… I would like that.”

My lips twitched. “I think they would, too.” I pressed my lips to hers. “But not this week. I need you to be able to walk on Saturday.”

A tremble went through her. “But again, some day in the future?”

“If it pleases you,” I murmured, “then yes.” I would always do whatever she desired. Just as I knew she’d do the same for me. “But I’m making you my wife first.”

“You already own me.” Her eyes went to the dresser near the bed that held the engagement ring she’d slipped off herfinger for last night’s events.

“I know.” I trailed kisses across her jaw to her ear. “Just as you own me.”

Her nails scratched down my back in response, hard enough to draw blood. “Damn right I do.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “And now I’m going to need to punish you.”

“The rules don’t say anything about staking my own claim,” she replied.

“Yes, but who makes the rules, Savannah?” I asked her, arching a brow.

“You do.”

“Which means I can change them whenever I see fit, which I do now.” I gave her a wicked grin. “You were the one who wanted to play in bed for the next two days.”

Her pupils dilated, her hunger evident in her gaze. “I do.”

“Then we’ll play,” I told her, nipping her lower lip. “Who am I?”

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