Allyson's POV
Michael's grin turned predatory, his voice dropping to that rough whisper that made my pulse race. "And that's exactly how it's going to remain. You belong to me... completely."
Those words sent fire racing through my veins even as my body still trembled from what he'd just done to me. My breathing was unsteady, heart hammering against my ribs. Every time I thought we'd reached the peak of intensity between us, he found a way to push us higher, deeper into this consuming need.
My palms smoothed down the solid wall of his chest, fingernails scratching lightly across the hard muscle as a wicked smile played at my lips. "Your turn's over," I breathed, pushing myself up onto my knees. "Time for me to take what I want."
He settled back against the headboard, that sinful smirk spreading across his face, eyes burning with hunger as I moved to straddle his hips, feeling the hard length of him pressing against me.
