'They are yours to torture and claim' those words rang continuously in his head as he stared at her. He lifted his hand with his heart jubilating, a smile appeared on his face and he settled his hand on her cheek.
He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he studied her. "You are mine," it sounded like a question but it wasn't. The girl nodded with her eyes on his. He now stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and ran it down to behind her neck.
The girl's eyes blinked slowly in the chilling feeling she was feeling behind her neck. "You are mine," his eyes were half-closed as if he was daydreaming and his words came out as a whisper. He was staring at her lips and then lifted his gaze to look into her eyes before smiling.
