“It’s always you and me.” I nodded again and felt my lips quivering. He kept whispering, “Always me and my Sylvie, yeah?” “Yeah,” I whispered.”

“You,” he whispered, “in my bed.”… “Yeah,” I whispered back. “With you.”

“I'll go gentle, baby," he whispered against my lips. "I promise. You'll always be safe with me."Oh. My."Mitch," I breathed.His soulful eyes held mine captive as he repeated firmly, "Always.”

“After more of his sweet torture, I called, “Tate, honey?”“Yeah, baby,” he answered.“Am I under your skin?” I whispered as my hips moved with his hand.He replied instantly, “Oh yeah.” His thumb tweaked my clit harder, my hips jerked and a low mew slid out of my throat as the fingers of one of my hands slid into his hair and the other arm held on tighter. “Fuck yeah,” he growled and his lips left my ear, his mouth found mine and he kissed me, wet and deep.”

“Do you love me?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Always?” [...]“Always,” I whispered.”

“You're in deep with me, aren't you, baby?" I whispered my question just to confirm."Drowning." he whispered back.”

“I’m gonna take care of you,” Sam whispered against my lips. “Okay,” I whispered back.”