“Your scent. Your touch. Your voice. It calls to me like a siren, luring me toward the mysterious abyss. And still, I’ve an insatiable appetite for it. When I think of someone hurting you, or touching you, those thoughts my mother feared claw inside of me.” His fingers curled around her nape as his lips peeled back into a snarl. “I cannot and will not bear the thought of another man laying claim to you. Ever. Earlier, you said that you would never belong to me. But you do. And I belong to you.”
