บท 88: Feels Like Home

- VANESSA -

You're mine.

Those two words stun me, but not from hearing them. From feeling them. They sink in, rolling over every little nerve that had started to prickle in fear imagining Dominik with someone else. It doesn't sound possessive or controlling. It sounds true.

His hands whisper over my skin while he waits for a reaction. "I'm yours?" I ask, possibly because I want to hear him say it again. 

I reach for him, mimicking the slow, teasing touch that he's offering me. "How do I know you won't push me away, Dom?"

He wets his lips, swallowing to control an emotion that wells up. "Because this is me surrendering. The fear of losing you… to the cartel, to Matvey, to anyone. It's too much to bear." 

Those adoring eyes of his are so light they're still blue in the darkness. "What if I find you with someone else again? So many women want you."