Diana Gabaldon Quote
You’re mine, mo duinne, he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no. I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint ah as he pressed even deeper. Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach, he whispered. I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul. I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. I mean to make ye call me ‘Master,’ Sassenach. His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. I mean to make you mine.
Diana Gabaldon
You’re mine, mo duinne, he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no. I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint ah as he pressed even deeper. Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach, he whispered. I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul. I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. I mean to make ye call me ‘Master,’ Sassenach. His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. I mean to make you mine.