He sat up and gently licked the scars beneath, growling proprietarily. “Mine.” He licked the other. “Mine.” He rolled her down beneath him again, pinning her arms up. “All. Mine.”
He laced their hands together, palm to palm, where they each wore two tattooed bands around both their wrists. They had gotten them a week ago, and Ivy had Cade’s name written in hers, while he had her name written in his—forever, and ever, they were bound to each other.