Just for you, I remind him as his tongue attacks mine. As modern and independent as I am, Ewan knows as well as I do that I've given my heart, body, and soul entirely to him. In effect, he owns a part of me. And I like to think that I own a part of him. Always for you. Entirely for you.

The feel of his hands exploring my body becomes just about enough to send me over the edge. His declaration of love is. I dig my nails into his skin and my hips buck upward of their own accord. I start to squirm and spasm. My inner walls clench around him.

I swear again in Roshkind, my words muffled by his mouth. It's a beautiful language, I've decided, and one that I've been happy to learn.

My mate, I think. And repeat the sentiment in his language, complete with an 'I love you,' too.

Then it just wordless screams as I come, lost in pleasure and in him.