“I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.”
“I love you," I whisper."And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.”
“Do you love me?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Always?” [...]“Always,” I whispered.”
“I love you, Desdemona.”“I know,” she whispered. “You don’t have to say the words.”He smiled slowly. “Trust me, you’re going to hear them every day for the rest of our lives.”
“How much do you love me?"She drew in a breath and let it out. "Too much.""Too much is just enough for this man.""And do you love me?" she whispered."I have always loved you. Always. You know that.”
“I love you so much," she whispers. "I love you so much. But I can't. Not right now.”