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I was trapped there, and I worried I’d never stop coming. Not buried this deep inside him, with his sharp fangs in my skin and the satisfaction that radiated through him.

He claimed me.

And I? Well, I was there to take his mark, his time, his body, every promise he wanted to give me. Whatever he wanted, I’d give him in turn.

My perfect, beautiful miracle of a mate.

With a satisfied rumble, I kissed his temple. He eased his teeth from my skin slowly, cheeks flushed, a nervous smile tilting his lips.

There was a sticky white mess between his, his come smeared across us both, and if I had my way, I’d be cleaning him up with my tongue and having him again.

First though?—

“I love you.”

In response, his flush deepened. He gave a sweet little shimmy and tightened his legs around my hips. “Love you too.”

A trail of blood trickled down my shoulder, but the mark was already healing. I hoped it left a little scar, so the world knew I was his too.

Because more than the world, that was what mattered; that we belonged to each other.