Mine!!! Mine !!!

'My ears must be rusty because I thought I heard you uttering a nasty word. Could you do the courtesy of repeating it Ms. Anderson?', he stalked towards me. 'No... not exactly interesting', I took a step back shutting the door closed as he caged me in. 'You sure about that?', he locked the door. 'What... are we talking about?', I asked breathlessly. In answer, he kissed me. No not kissed. He devoured me. Consuming me until we both burst into flames. He claimed me. Making me his. 'You Ms. Anderson, are totally, utterly and completely mine. Mine to obey, mine to cherish and mine to honor', he whispered near my lips. My heart lurched at his whispered words. My inner diva perched herself forward on the desk, adjusting her imaginary spectacles said- Sounds like wedding vows. And I didn't even go dress shopping. He sure is stingy. As always, I ignored her. Because Raphael Sinclair saying this (other than obey) is rare. Finding Disneyland in the desert is kind of rare. Bu