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that's what he was, every inch of him.
    He put both his hands on my hips and started to pull me back on to him with every thrust, and I moaned between my little gasping breaths, loving the way he filled me up. I dug my hands in to the silk sheets as he dug his fingers in to the flesh of my butt, kneading it and seeming to become more and more turned on.
    "You're all mine," he said in a fierce voice, thrusting away, and I could hear him breathing hard now. "Say it," he said, "tell me you belong to me."
    "I'm yours," I said, my voice breathy, "I belong to you."
    I felt the orgasm coming and then it vibrated through me all at once, making me shudder and spasm and gasp at the strength of it. Connor held tight to my hips, thrusting away like a piston, reaching for his climax, and he found it, finishing himself inside of me with one long final push, staying deep as he filled me up with his seed.
    I could feel all the tension going out his body, him relaxing against me as the desperate need we had had slowly subsided.
    Eventually he pulled himself out of me and collapsed on the bed beside me. I turned my back to him and he pressed himself to me, one big arm draped across me, holding me close, possessing me. 'I belong to you.' That's what I had said -- what he had demanded I say. But I had meant it. I kissed his big bicep and he nuzzled his face in to my hair. I was his. In that moment I felt more safe and cared for than I ever had in my entire life. I knew instinctively that I would never have to fear for my life again, that he would protect me no matter what. I was home.
    "By the way," Connor said, "you see that door over there?"
    I looked and there was a door, what I had assumed was a closet.
    "It's an ensuite bathroom."
    I laughed, "I'm really glad I didn't figure that out."

Chapter Three

    I woke up sometime in the night from a rather amazing dream about chocolate cake. The same chocolate cake that was no doubt sitting in the fridge at that very moment. I had no idea what time it was, but it was still dark outside. I could hear Connor's even, shallow breathing beside me in the bed.
    I should have just gone back to sleep. I didn't need the chocolate cake.
    But it had been ages since I had had chocolate cake. And if the cake was anything like the rest of that place, it was going to be the world's best chocolate cake.
    I carefully untangled myself from Connor and hopped out of bed. I threw the robe on and then let myself out of the room as quietly as possible. I glanced down from the top of the stairs but the lower floor was completely dark. There was just the light of the city below from the floor to ceiling windows.
    I tip toed down the stairs anyway, wanting to be sure that I didn't wake anybody up in the middle of the night, and walked over to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and sure enough, there was the huge slice of chocolate cake. I put the cake on the counter, closed the fridge, and tried to remember which drawer the cutlery had been in.
    I tried one, but it was spatulas and whisks and other assorted kitchen stuff that I had never owned.
    "Next drawer over," a voice behind me said, and I whirled around, pressing myself against the counter and trying frantically to identify the source of the voice. Then I spotted someone, a silhouette against the slight light of the window. A big, muscular silhouette.
    "Marcus?"
    He turned and came over to me, and when he was a few feet away I could finally make out the features of his face.
    I sighed, "you scared me."
    "Sorry," Marcus said, pulling a bar stool out from underneath the other side of the kitchen island and taking a seat.
    "I couldn't sleep," I said, immediately trying to explain myself, "and I was hungry and I--"
    "It's fine Sara," he said, and I thought I could see the ghost of a smile on his face in the low light, as my eyes slowly adjusted, "you're welcome to anything in this house. Certainly anything in the fridge."
    I didn't need to be told twice. I turned around again