Where's Molly (Cat and Mouse, #2.5)

by H.D. Carlton

“At one point in our lives, we don’t know our soulmates at all. But that doesn’t make them any less of one. Sometimes… sometimes you just know.”

Because staring into her eyes is the only thing I needed, to convince myself she's everything I'll ever want for as long as oxygen invades my lungs. I knew it deep in my bones the day I met her. Even back then, my soul immediately recognized hers as its other half.

“I want to be the only man on this entire fucking planet that knows what you feel like. And if I’m sharing this knowledge with a single soul still walking this earth, then I will be removing them from it.”

I want the flames to melt our hands together so she can never let go.

My nails scrape against his scalp, and if I could hook them beneath his flesh and force him to make me come, I'd happily show him what it means to be a puppet.

“If you're asking Him to save you, then I will nail Him onto that fucking cross again. You will be my ruin, but only I will be your savior.”

“I’ll feed my cock into your pussy nice and slow, okay, baby? I’ll make sure you’re so fucking full, then just when you think you can’t take any more—” His lip pulls up into a savage snarl. “—I’ll go deeper.”