‘You better hope we never split up,’ Rushe said, holding her breasts and grazing his thumbs over her nipples. ‘No man touches this; no one touches what is mine. You’ll never be touched by another man, not for the rest of your life. You are mine, Felicity. You are my woman, and I belong to you now. Once I have committed to something I won’t turn my back on it. We won’t split, because I won’t allow it. If something makes you unhappy we’ll change it.’
