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Every part of us was connected in every way possible. We held tightly as we jerked into each other, the aftershocks wracking our sweaty bodies. Elio kissed my hair over and over as I kissed his neck, crying because how could I be so lucky? Life seemed shorter with him in mine. Each day became a fairytale and I was so happy. I found my soulmate. THE END! CLAIM ME, I’M YOURS (Book 2 Coming Soon) Irya A job offer I can’t refuse and a man I can’t resist.

There were also years worth of letters he'd written to her and stored in a promise box along with the gifts to one day give the woman he loved. "Allie, I'm never letting you go. I've loved you since the first breath you took. I won't survive without you. I want to be tied to you in every way possible. Every part of me is yours, I belong to you. Do you understand?" he asked huskily. "Yes," she whispered, stepping closer to him. He brought his hands up to her face and touched her ears then cupped her jaw and tilted her head. Pressing his lips against hers, he said, "Because you're mine." END OF BOOK ONE

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All at once. "My best friend gave it to me." Quiet. Real. "Back when I was in the orphanage. So he could find me later." Damien went still. Not the careful, measured stillness from before. Something harder. Something that happened to him rather than something he chose. His eyes shifted red. "Him." One word. The temperature in the room dropped three degrees. "He gave you that." Not a question. His jaw worked once. "And you've been wearing it." His eyes cut to hers. "You don't wear what another man gives you. You're mine. What's on your body is mine. What touches your skin is mine."

In the dead of night, once Aurelia knocked out in my arms, I slid out of bed and headed to the study. Hearing her admit she never loved me—then finding that stash of letters and pics—should've crushed whatever hope I had left. But seven years with her wasn't all fake. We had real moments. Sweet ones. I couldn't just erase that. I stopped in front of the little safe by her desk. It felt like some cursed treasure chest—off-limits and dangerous.

Now, when his arms enveloped me, she was waking up, hungry. “M, you want to be mine.” Matt whispered in my ear. “I can tell by the way your breathing changed in my arms.

asks Esteban and I smiled nodding. "I am already in my home. Wherever I am with you, it is my home." "God, I love that you remember whose you are," Esteban says smiling. "Whose am I?" I pretend not to know. "You are mine, woman. Only mine" Esteban says taking my chin then kisses me. Yes, I am only his and he mine. As it should be. As it was always meant to be. The End

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*Mine. The thought wasn't a conscious declaration. It was a primal, guttural truth that erupted from the darkest part of me. *She was mine to protect. Mine to watch over. Mine.* Not his. Never his. He was a beast, a dog who’d found a treasure and pissed all over it to claim it.

said Sherly sincerely. "I love you more. You are only mine, and I would risk anything to protect what is mine, it will always be that way."