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.