“When I say you’re mine, it’s not cheap ownership. I don’t see you as a figure to lock to my arm like a toy to keep away from all others.” That was the only mine I knew. “So what are you saying exactly?” I ask with a faltered breath. “I mean you’re mine to please. To pleasure.” The motive in his eyes matches with the drag of his hand, the curl of his palm as he presses against my throbbing clit and makes me see sparks of light behind my eyes. “You’re mine to protect. To adore. To hear. To see. To experience. To love.” A pitted lump burns in my throat. “You’re mine, Auren. As wholly as I am
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