Chapter 64

Chris had never heard those Dean words side by side, but he knew them from study and playful banter.

Roaring on the end of another almost brutal climax, lips pulled back from his teeth.

“You won’t hurt me.”

Let her believe that if she would. Once he’d worked this pretty female into the ultimate frenzy, he’d rip a hole into her very soul and tie them together. She would never be able to hide from his power, his influence, or his lust.

He would own her.

Just as much as she would own him.

“You love me.”

Powers that be, he did! The sweet smelling feral bearing all his punishing weight was the reason he breathed. High on the very feel of her, Chris rocked their bodies and ground her down against saturated cushions.

Looking down to black eyes shining with love as if she’d understood his words, Chris snarled, “Never doubt it, Iyawo. I love you down to the makings of our shared soul.”