“You’re mine.” His hand slid up the plane of my torso while he lowered himself over me, his hips nestling against mine. Yes, I thought. I had been his since Colombia, and he had been mine from the start. I gasped a little at the touch, as his body fit across mine. My breathing was ragged and savage as he leaned down to kiss me, waiting for me to respond. “I love you. I’m yours,” I said.”
Book:Fated to Love You