Mathew.

I was talking serious to her, laying it out plain, and I wasn't so mad anymore-but yeah, sort of jealous still bubbling under, like a low fire.

Okay, to be honest, I wanted to make love to her so damn much right then, my body aching for it, and seriously, I tried to remind her over and over that she was mine completely, belonged to me only-no one else's.

"You're my queen, Viola-mine to hold, mine to touch," I growled low, pulling her closer in the dim room.

And I wanted to let her ...