QUOTE : You were made to be mine,” he says against my lips, kissing me between breaths.<br />“You know that?” he asks. “You’re mine. My hands were made to touch you; my lips were made to love you,” he says as he sucks along my neck, his tongue trailing down my throat.<br />He goes lower and bites my shirt, pulling it down with his teeth, kissing my chest.<br />“My eyes were meant to see you,” he whispers in his voice of thunder as he slowly unbuttons my shirt.