I want your hands on my head.” I nod and edge back to make room for him. “Does it calm your racing thoughts?” He shakes his head, then takes my hand and spreads it open over his wide chest, his voice textured as he traps my gaze with his. “It calms me here.

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

Have you ever been anyone's?" "No. And you?" "I've never wanted to." "Neither have I. Until I saw this lovely girl in Seattle, with big gold eyes, and pink, full lips... and I wondered if she could understand me.

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

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.

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

It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.