“You were mine before you were his.""You are still mine, and I will have you or die in the trying.""I WILL have you.”

“How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.”

“How grateful are you?" he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine. His eyes were very alert now, and his gaze was boring into mine."That kind of ruins it, when you say something like that," I said, trying to keep my voice gentle. "You shouldn't want me to have sex with you just because I owe you.""I don't really care why you have sex with me, as long as you do it," he said, equally gently.”

“If you were mine, I would never be able to walk away from you. If you were mine, I'd worship every inch of your body with my hands, lips, and tongue. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to stand in the same room as you without running my hands over your skin and tasting your lips. If you were mine…”

“You were perfect.”Cam dipped his mouth to mine. “Only because I was with you.”

“If you were mine, I would never let you go.”