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“Yes, it’s yours.”

It was a plain silver necklace with a charm.

“P for princess?” I didn’t even try to hide my grin.

Max hugged me and pressed a kiss on my ear. “And pretty and perfect. And partner,” he added.

I put it on and waited for him to open my present.

A tear splashed onto the little velvet cushion when he picked up the solid silver bracelet.

“The M isn’t for Max, though,” I murmured, loving how he shuddered when my breath brushed the shell of his ear. “It’s M for mine.”

“Thank you, Princess. It’s the best present ever. I love it.”

“I love you.”

Max kissing me in front of the Christmas tree was a memory I would never forget.

Our holiday was the best time of my life. When we didn’t sleep, we fucked or made out. We only left the house to get food or explore the area. Followed by more sex.

We spent almost the entire New Year’s Eve in bed, both horny and starving for each other.

He’d just come in my ass when his phone rang. Out of habit, I thought, Max reached for it. Damn it, baby!

I let him slide out of me.

Maybe it’s his family.

He stared at the display with a stony face, then threw his phone across the room so hard I feared for its life. It landed on a pile of laundry.

Thirty-two

Max

“Was thathimagain?” He sat up, straddling my hips, my hard dick wedged between his ass cheeks.

“Yes.” I bit my lip hard to stop myself from crying.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” He shifted his body, causing my length to slide up and down his crack.

Fuuuck.

With my hands on his waist, I steadied him. I needed to or I would come just from the feel of his skin slick with lube and cum.

Arne let me slide back into his ass, groaning and exhaling as I breached his clenching hole. Holding him in place, I fuckedmy cum back into his body, watching him like a hawk. His head tilted back, exposing his throat to me, lips open as he moaned and whimpered with every plunge of my dick into his tight body.

That fucking flush on his neck would be the end of me. The skin underneath the dark stubble was a beautiful shade of red, and his thick pecs jiggled from the impact of my thrusts.

“If he calls you again,” my viking grunted, head tipping forward so he could meet my eyes. Fighting against my hold, he met my strokes with equal force, slamming his ass down on my dick. “You. Pick. Up. Let him listen to me bouncing on your cock. He needs to understand that You. Are. Mine.” Arne growled the last words, accentuating each with a sharp slap. My feral princess.

“You are mine!” He repeated, his ass tightening around me. I let go of his hips to grip his dick. I gave him a languid stroke. With a whimpering groan, he twitched in my hold and warm cum pulsed all over my fingers.

Arne collapsed on my chest, his swollen lips searching desperately for mine. I didn’t need much more than his tongue in my mouth. With one deep thrust, I joined him, breeding his hole. I kept moving during my climax, needing to be deep inside him. I needed to know he would be dripping with my cum for days.

Mine. He is right. I am his, and he is mine.

“I’m so glad I gave in to my feelings for you,” he sighed, snuggling closer and kissing my cheek before he rested his head against my collarbone.