Quotes About Ownership

Gregori's arm moved from around her waist to circle her neck, a male gesture of ownership. Savannah laughed to herself. Carpathian men were not far from the cave. I caught that , mon amour. Gregori's soft voice brushed at her mind, a low caress that curled warmth in her stomach. He sounded close to teasing, but she noticed he didn't drop his arm from around her neck.

Still, that didn't give him the right to chastise her, did it? I have the right because you belong to me and I can do no other than to see to your safety and happiness. The voice was calm and very masculine, holding a dark promise she didn't want to think about.

I love that you're mine. I've never had anything for myself. Not one fucking thing, Evangeline. I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I'm going after that you know. Your heart.

She belongs to Steele. She's got a child. Steele's son, so that woman and that boy are ours.

She lifted her head. He knows I love you. She touched his face, her fingers trembling. He knows, Jackson. He can't get in when I'm filled with you and it's making him angrier. He's never denied himself anything and he believes he owns me. Well he's wrong, Elle. No one owns you.

I like you belonging to me, Bree. More importantly, I like belonging to you.

Are you absolutely certain that Grace is yours? She's not just a woman who would be suitable because she carries the genetic code we need? Francesca is my world. Your woman needs to be yours. Grace is my Francesca, Vittorio assured.

I take care of what's mine. He won't get his filthy hands on you again. That's my promise to you.

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.

I belong to you, devochka moya. Everything I am and will ever be. My heart. My body. I belong to you and I want you to be familiar with what is yours.

Her wild imagination immediately interpreted his statement as him claiming her, making her his, letting her know no matter what, he would stand for her.

He didn't look as if he owned her, but as if she was his, cherished and treasured and beautiful to him

Since I've had to endure your ugliness my entire life, I'm immune to whatever venom you choose to spew. However, and you'd better hear me, Eloisa, I will not tolerate you doing the same thing to my woman. She's my choice. She's always going to be my choice.

Fuck no, he wasn't saving her. [...] he was keeping her for himself.

Claiming her as his. He was rough, demanding and possessive. He wanted her to feel his brand of love. Complete. Encompassing. Reverent. Carnal.

My life has never been my own. I've got all the money in the world, and nothing that I want. Until you. I want you. You're what I want for myself.

A part of her was thrilled. The same part was terrified. Already it felt too much like ownership. As if he had already branded her in her bones. In her soul.

I'm so broken, Jackson. Inside and out. I don't know who I am anymore. You don't have to do this. His mouth tightened. His jaw set and a muscle ticked there. He stared her down without blinking. Make no mistake, Elle, I'm helping because I do have to do this. You're mine. You were always meant for me . . .

He rested his chin on her belly, his eyes that peculiar shade of Florentine gold. When his eyes were that color, his gaze seemed to burn his name right into her bones, branding her his.

He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.

He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glittered at her. "Hear me, Savannah. If you believe nothing else about me, believe this. You belong to me, with me. No one will ever attempt to take you from me and live. No one." His voice was low, beautiful, and all the more deadly for it.

Mine. He nearly spat the word. Telling her. Wanting that word branded into her bones. Wanting his name carved deep into her soul. She. Was. 'His'. His everything.

Do not try to leave me, Raven." The car drew up in front of the inn. "I hold what is mine, and make no mistake, you are mine.

I don't believe that I could stop loving someone without retaining some sort of fondness for him. He was, by then, a part of my past, but I know he will always own that small part of me which I gave to him and which he did not know existed.