You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.

The scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.

I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith

Heart of my heart, that’s who you are, Adria Morgan. Chosen and forever.” Picking her hand off his cheek, he pressed a lingering kiss to the palm before placing it over the strong, steady rhythm of that very organ. “Wolf and man, you own every part of me.

Obviously, I need to study princesses further.

You sure got a quick trigger, Sienna," he teased.