“"Baby, you gave that to someone else, it wouldn't be mine. Now it's mine. No one can ever have it. It'll always be mine. I love it. I think it's beautiful. So I absolutely do not think the town's sweet, cute, pretty, shy librarian who held onto that for as long as you did then gave it to me is anything but really fuckin' good."”

“Have you got De Tocqueville's Journey to America? Somebody borrowed mine and never gave it back. Why is it that people who wouldn't dream of stealing anything else think it's perfectly all right to steal books?”

“You are so beautiful. Do you know that?”“I know that men think – ““Man. One man. Me. I’m all that matters. No one else can have you. You’re mine.”

“Our road hasn't been a easy one. But good things rarely are. You taught me that the person i am is worth loving, worth fighting for. You gave me strength when i had none. You held me up when i wanted to fall. And now, I want to give you everything. I want to give you the world. Because Maggie, you've given me mine. And it's you. It will always, forever, be you.”

“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”No.“No?”No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”

“You're mine to take, pretty one. I'll fuck you when I want and how I want!" Another surge of the heat wave, muscles clenching and squeezing. "Let me in," he commanded. "Don't fight me. I will have you dammit! You're mine!""Give me all of you," Killian demanded of Colton. "You're mine! It's mine.”