“You’re his!” “I’m yours,” he soothed, voice steady and unwavering while I sounded feral. “I’m all yours.” “Don’t lie to me,” I warned, feeling my chest heave from the sheer height of panic clawing at my chest. “I can’t take it.” “I’m yours,” Hugh continued to promise, lips brushing against my ear as he spoke softly. “I’ve only ever been yours.”
