Quotes About Possession

yeah, maybe I should make you scream for me," he uttered against her skin. "I want every male in this building to know that you belong to me. Only me.

No … she is mine. She stays with me.

He wrapped his palm around the back of her neck, possessive but tender as he gazed into his mate's brown eyes. "She knows she's got me, anyway she wants me. Forever, if I have anything to say about it.

The feeling he had for her went far beyond lust. It was something profound and elemental, something primal and undeniable. Something possessive and permanent. Mine.

God help her, she'd belonged to him from the instant he spotted her.

You're mine," he growled as he rocked into her. "I've known it all along. Even fate knows you're mine, Phaedra.

Everything about this woman was more than he was prepared for. She was his. God help her, but he belonged to her too.

Lenora Calhoun was his, and he protected what belonged to him.

You belong to me, Lenora ... I'm not letting you go.

You belong to me," he says, his deep voice vibrating with solemnity as well as demand. "You're mine now, Melanie." … His gaze burns into mine. "Let me hear you say it." "I am," I whisper, barely staving off the emotion that swells inside me. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be, and with no one else, Jared. I'm yours.

Now, con said grimly, "I go to kill a werewolf and claim my woman." ~Con

Mine. You're mine, Sin. No one else will ever touch you, do you understand? You belong to me. You'll bond with me. ~Con

For the next eight and a half months, you're going to be mine. Every. Night.

I...I...I...want...your...other...arm!

The biggest noisemaker is your ego, your tendency to attach to things as me or mine.

The third type of haunting is an inhuman or demonic haunting. In

No me perteneces, tan solo me pertenece lo que sientes por mí.

Una parte de tu corazón me pertenece. Y no pienso renunciar a ella

Tú no me perteneces. Tan solo me pertenece lo que sientes por mí

Una vez te dije que no me perteneces. Puedes hacer con tu vida y con tus sentimientos lo que te plazca y jamás te exigiré que te ates a mí. Pero en el fondo de tu alma, hay algo que sí es enteramente mío. Y regresaré para buscarlo...mientras siga allí. [...] El día que dejes de amarme desapareceré de tu vida, pero mientras siga viendo ese sentimiento en tus ojos cuando me miras volveré a buscar aquello que es mío y me pertenece solamente a mí.

Of course, she had paid for her books –most of them. Like almost every other bibliophile on the planet, Tess had books, borrowed from friends, that she had never returned, even as some of her favorite titles lingered in friends' homes, never to be seen again.

Buying a book is not about obtaining a possession... but about securing a portal.

Buying a book is not about obtaining a possession but securing a portal.

She knew in that moment what it felt like to want to own another being, declare them as yours.