“There was something romantic about all of it, in the way he cradled my cheek when his mouth returned to mine and whispered my name like I was some kind of mystery he’d never be able to figure out.”

“But it’s mine,” he whispered against my cheek and then his mouth moved to my ear. “All, fuckin’, mine.”

“He kissed my cheek and then sucked my earlobe into his mouth. When he withdrew, he whispered, “I’ll let you go, but only if you promise to be mine tomorrow.”It was with a voice that I’d never used before that I admitted what I couldn’t deny. “I’m pretty much yours every day.”

“Jay," my name comes out like a prayer. "Be mine. Be only mine," he whispers to me. ~ Kane”

“Have you ever been anyone's?" I ask, a feathery whisper in the quiet bedroom. He lifts his head to mine, and I want him so bad I feel consumed inside, like he's already possessed my soul, and now my soul aches for him to possess my body. A powerful emotion tightens his features as he reaches out to cradle my cheek in his big hand, and there's an unexpected fierceness in his eyes, in his touch, as he cups me. "No. And you?" The calluses in his palm rasp on my skin, and I find myself tucking my cheek deeper into them. "I've never wanted to." "Neither have I." The moment is intimate.”

“I will desist;...But there is something glows upon my cheek,And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.”