by Terri Pray
“You're mine, Celeste. This will make it clear to everyone you meet, even if you're stolen from me again, that mark will remain. I'll never give you up, Celeste.” He stroked one finger over her cheek, the touch soft, and soothing.
She leaned into his touch, the burning sensation in her thigh easing a little, but she still knew it was there. The cut wasn't going to go away. He was right, it would mark her as his property for the rest of her life.
Mark her and she loved it.
“I'm yours master. Always yours.” She leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. No matter what happened, she belonged to him. Her heart sang at the idea even as she cried. The mark, the way he'd chased her, the way he'd come after her when Tearlach had snatched her all told her one thing.
He wanted her.
Not just as a play thing. Not just as a passing fancy. Or a pretty piece of property that he'd be rid of when he grew bored with her.
But as his slave. His property. His Celeste for the rest of her life.
It didn't matter that they were on the island, somehow she knew, in her heart she knew, that she'd finally come home.
THE END
-The End-
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