There’s something working behind Heath’s golden gaze, but I’m too worked up, too close, to try and figure it out right now. Lifting my arms, I wrap them around his biceps as my orgasm rushes throughout my entire body.

Lifting my head, and chest, I press my lips against his and cry out into his mouth. His tongue fills me at the same time he buries his cock deep inside and stills. I feel his dick twitch as his muscles tremble beneath my fingertips.

“Kinsley,” he moans, lifting his head away from my mouth.

I want to ask him what just happened here, except I feel really, really slutty and I’m afraid of what he could say, or what he might think about me. He stays planted, his muscles still trembling, and his eyes focusing on mine.

Heath leans down and runs his nose alongside my own. “Fuck, Sugar,” he rasps.

“Heath,” I murmur as my face heats, yet again. It seems my face is in a perpetual state of hot around him.

He chuckles, pulling out of me. “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight. You got work tomorrow?” he asks.

I blink, my mouth dropping open slightly. “I do,” I breathe.

“Then we better get to bed. I plan on fucking you in the morning,” he states, pulling out of me.

I watch as he tugs the condom off, pulls his pants up and then turns away from me. He walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone and naked on the table.

Scrambling off of the center of the table, I grab my dress from the floor, slipping it over my body. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I bite my thumbnail.

What the fuck just happened?

Before I can even start to think about what this means, or what’s happening between us Heath appears from the kitchen. “Let’s go to bed, Sugar,” he murmurs.

“I-I-I don’t know what’s going on,” I admit on a whisper.

Heath wraps his hand around my waist, his fingers digging into my side. “Sugar, what’s happening is I’m taking you as my own,” he rasps. “Now, let’s go to bed.”

I open my mouth, but his lips touch mine in a sweet kiss. I want to ask him what that means, what taking me as his own means, but he doesn’t let me. He scoops me up in his arms and stomps toward his bedroom. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold onto him.

Once we cross over the doorway into his room, I expect him to put me down, or to throw me on the bed, but he doesn’t. His head turns, and his nose runs alongside my own, again. I let out an exhale, enjoying the way it feels, probably a bit too much.

“I’m keeping you, Kinsley,” he rasps.

I let out a sigh. “I think I might love that.”

I gently set Kinsley down on the mattress, then drop to my knees. She looks, concerned. I would be too if I were her, except she doesn’t know why she should be, yet. Being mine, isn’t simply being my woman. It means more than that.

No, being mine means I own every piece of her, and she won’t be free to come and go as she pleases anymore. Eventually she’ll be kept here, for me only, never to leave.

Wrapping my fingers around the hem of her dress, I tug it over her body, exposing her nakedness for my eyes again. Her body is soft, curvy, and fucking perfect.

I reach up and grab ahold of her nipples with my fingers and pinch them before I gently tug on them. Kinsley hisses letting her head fall back as her back arches, bringing her tits closer to me.

“I don’t know what my favorite part of your body is. These gorgeous tits, the flare of your hips, your thick thighs, or your plump ass. Goddamn, Sugar, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” I state.

Kinsley reaches out, wrapping her fingers around one of my wrists as she lifts her head straight up and her big brown eyes focus on me.

“Every part of your body is my favorite,” she admits, her face turning pink. Goddamn, maybe it’s when she’s embarrassed and her face turns color, that’s my favorite.

My lips twitch and I lean forward, pressing my mouth against hers. My tongue fills her, enjoying the way she tastes. I could be completely addicted to her taste, maybe I fucking already am.

I grin, “Slip between the sheets, Sugar. What time do you have to be at work in the morning?”

Releasing her tits, I stand and push my jeans down my legs toeing out of my shoes before I tug my shirt off. I leave my clothes in a pile, while she crawls across my bed, and slides between my sheets. Fucking shit, she looks good there too. Her dark hair a tousled mess, and her face still flush from her recent orgasm.

Yes, I definitely plan on keeping her as my own.

Climbing into bed, I wrap my arms around her and tug her against my chest. Kinsley lays her head against my bare skin and her hand wraps around my waist. I can smell the scent of her hair, something light and floral and it makes my cock hard.

“Sleep, Sugar,” I murmur, pressing my lips to the top of her head.

She burrows a bit closer to me. “Okay, Heath.”