“You’re my mate. I would burn this planet to the ground if you asked me. Love you? Of course I do, but there’s so much more than that. There’s a feeling beyond love, beyond the mate bond, that I don’t know how to put into words.” “I wish I could feel the mate bond.” “You do feel it.” He strokes the back of his palm against my cheek. “You feel it every time I touch you. You feel it with every dirty look or fist I throw at any man who dares to look at you.” He kisses my forehead. “I know you feel it when I taste you—when you let me feast on that perfect cunt.”
