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

I need her with me. She goes where I go.

You are going to love me until I die. I’m going to make you love me even if it hurts, and when it hurts, I’m going to make it better, Brooke.

We won't be having an affair." I stare dumbly, certain I just heard an organ in my body crack in my chest. His hands clamp around me, and he crushes me to his body as he slides his nose along the shell of my ear. "When I take you, you'll be mine," he says, a soft promise in my ear.

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.

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

Why won't you take me, Remington?" He groans and pulls me closer. "Because I want you too much".