Dominik
I LIE DOWN ON MY SIDE, POSITIONING US MORE COMFORTABLY SO WE CAN talk.
She puts her hand to my cheek. "Happy birthday, Dom."
I take that hand and press a kiss to the palm. "Happy, thanks to you."
"Anything else I can give you?" "I can think of some things." "More of this?" Her smile is teasing.
I drag my gaze down her body, those soft curves I've already touched, tasted, and feel the responding heat flood me.
Of course, I want to be inside her every day I have left. But more than that, I want her eyes locked on mine just like this. Steady and tender and unafraid.
I want her heart open to me. Her soul surrendered. I take her left hand, brushing my thumb over her ring finger. I'm going to use my words, for once. "What I want from you," I say, "is for you to accept my bondmark." "But your mate —" I put a thumb over her lips to still her. "It's my birthday, baby. Let me say my piece."
An eyebrow arches, but she kisses my thumb. "I'm listening."
