Victoria's POV
The necklace felt light against my skin, a delicate weight that carried so much more than just silver and chain. Negan had given it to me—he'd chosen it for me. And for the first time in my life, I didn't just feel wanted. I felt... loved. Real, deep, burning love.
I reached up, fingers tracing the small pendant resting at the base of my throat. It wasn't flashy or overly dramatic, but it was perfect. A symbol of everything that had shifted between us—everything that had grown in a way I never expected.
Negan stood across from me, his eyes locked on mine, watching me with that sharp, piercing gaze. His confession still hung in the air between us, and even though the rawness of it had passed, the intensity hadn't. If anything, it had only grown stronger. I could feel it in every breath, in the way he stood there, his posture relaxed but his presence was overwhelming.
"You look good with that," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. There was something else in his tone now—something darker, more familiar. The side of him that had pulled me in from the start. "Almost like it was made for you."
I smiled, my fingers still brushing over the pendant. "It feels like it was."
His smirk widened, that dangerous edge creeping back into his eyes. "Yeah, well, I've got a pretty good eye for what's mine."
There it was—that possessiveness, that dominance that never failed to make my heart race. He wasn't just saying it for show. He meant it. And the way he looked at me? The way his gaze seemed to pin me in place? It made every nerve in my body come alive.
I felt my pulse quicken, my skin tingling with the weight of his attention. He took a step forward, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. And just like that, the room seemed to shrink, the air between us charged with something electric.
"You know," he murmured, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous, "you've made me pretty damn happy tonight, Vikki."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Yeah?" I managed to say, though my voice felt small compared to the heat in his words.
Negan's smirk deepened, his eyes dark and full of that familiar fire. "Oh, yeah." He reached out, his fingers brushing the side of my neck, tracing the line of the necklace before resting just below my chin. "But I think it's about time I return the favor."
I felt the air leave my lungs, the promise in his voice making my skin prickle with anticipation. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our bodies were just inches apart.
"You've been so damn good, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive growl. "And you know what happens to good girls, don't you?"
My breath hitched, heat pooling low in my stomach. I nodded, unable to form words, the excitement building inside me like a storm. I could feel his strength in the way he held me, the way his hand tangled in my hair, firm but gentle. It made me feel safe, cherished, but there was something else—something primal that thrilled me to my core.
He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes burning into mine. "They get rewarded," he finished, his lips curling into a dangerous smile.
I felt a rush of heat flood through me, a thrill of excitement that left me dizzy. Something was intoxicating about the way he spoke to me, the way his voice dropped into that dark, seductive tone that sent my heart racing. And the way he looked at me? Like I was the only thing that mattered in the world?
It made me feel alive.
"Negan..." I breathed, my hands reaching up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. "You don't have to..."
He chuckled, a low, wicked sound that made my knees weak. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together, heat radiating between us. "I don't do anything unless I want to. And trust me, I want this. I want you."
My heart slammed against my chest, and I felt the weight of his words settle deep inside me. I'd never felt this before—this kind of intensity, this kind of connection. It was more than just lust. It was deeper, rawer. And I wanted to drown in it.
He tugged on my hair gently, pulling my head back just enough so that our lips hovered inches apart, his eyes dark and full of hunger. "You're mine, Vikki," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "And I take care of what's mine."
My breath caught in my throat, the mix of dominance and love in his words sending a wave of heat through me. I could feel his control, his strength, but beneath it was something softer. Something that made me feel cherished, adored, even when his touch was firm, even when his words were full of fire.
"I know," I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. "I'm yours, Negan. I always have been."
His eyes flashed with something deeper, something more than just desire. It was love—real, burning love. And in that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Without another word, he captured my lips with his, his kiss hard and claiming, but full of passion and heat. His hands roamed over my body, strong and possessive, and I melted into him, losing myself in the fire that burned between us. Every touch, every movement was a reminder of what we had—of the love and trust we'd built, of the connection that went deeper than anything I'd ever known.
And as he pulled me closer, his body pressed against mine, I felt the last of my walls crumble. I was his—completely, utterly his. And I'd never been happier.
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Seduction of the Damned
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