Your heart was racing when you realized what he had said.

— «You can't be mine. You're already mine, Lilla Katten.» — These words, simple but filled with such power, pierced you through and through. Alexander, your Alexander, with his unruly strands escaping from under his perfectly coiffed hair, scooped you up in his arms like a piece of fluff. His touch, strong and gentle at the same time, made her forget about any thought except the feeling of his closeness.

You could feel his breath tickling the skin of your neck, and the light bites caused goosebumps of delight to run down your spine. His lips, warm and moist, left a chain of fiery kisses on my skin–from my neck to my shoulders, making my head spin. The world has narrowed down to his face, to his scent – tart, masculine, with subtle notes of something expensive and spicy, which has become synonymous with his presence for you.

His step was confident, purposeful. You tried to protest, because your room was in a completely different wing of the house, but your words were lost in the whirlwind of his emotions.

— «From this day on, you sleep in my room. This is out of the question,» — his voice sounded, low and authoritative, cutting off any attempt at objection. There was no rudeness in his tone, only absolute confidence that allowed no doubt. It was his decision, and by surrendering to this feeling, you allowed him to control not only your body, but also your destiny.