You don't change what you love or you never loved it to begin with.

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

Let the past not be forgotten. Let the lessons not be in vain.

It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.

What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?

You don't change what you love or you never loved it to begin with.

Sweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.