He spun round under her grip. She smelled so good, her touch so soft as she unhooked the buttons on his tunic. Pushing the shirt apart she frowned, her hands running over the thin scars through his tattoos. ‘And you belong to him, too.

Jessica OToole
About This Quote

The author of this quote is depicting the woman who has captured the man. She is in control of him and uses her body to get what she wants. She is stronger than he is, because she learns about him through his tattoos. Her actions are cruel, but the power she has over him is intoxicating.

Source: The Price Of Sanctuary

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