God, I want to die in you.

I've fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?

You can't, Brooke, you can't leave. You're mine

His eyes glow in the shadows as he slides the soft liquid semen dripping down my thigh in a path leading back into my swollen entry, as if he doesn't want to come out of my body. "Sticky?" he asks in a gruff murmur, bending his head and licking my shoulder as he pushes his semen back inside with one finger.

I’ve never seen a man go after a woman like that. Holy sh*t, it’s like porn with the romance.

Larger than life itself, and I can’t even believe this striking creature was once a little bit mine.

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.