QUOTE : If he wasn’t careful . . . “Bram. Take care.” “I don’t want to take care.” He bent close, breathing in her ear. “I want to take you. Mark you. Spend inside you, and feel you holding me tight while I fill you with my seed. I want the world to know you’re mine.” Oh God. Those words . . . they both frightened and aroused her. She opened her mouth to object, to plead with him. Take care, take care. Take care with my heart when you say such things.