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My heart’s beating fast because he’s breathing harshly. Sweat shines on his toned muscles, and his eyes are so blue, his pupils so blown up, I can see my reflection in them. “You’re right.” I smile as tears gather in my eyes. “No one but you can own me.” Because I’ve never loved anyone but him. And I don’t think I ever will. The reason I want him so much isn’t only because of the sex. It’s because I feel the strongest connection when his body fuses with mine. It’s like I can touch his soul. And I think I do, because a harsh breath expels out of him and he speaks in a rough tone. “Say it again.” “You’re right?” “No, the part that no one but me can own you.” “No one. I’m yours. Only yours.” “Only mine.” His big hands wrap around my waist. He wants to flip me on my stomach, I realize. No. No, not now. I clutch his arm, my palms trembling on his skin, and I shake my head, my eyes wide, my cheeks heated. “No.” “No?” “I want to see your face.” He doesn’t release me and I start to panic, but