It didn't matter how many nights they spent in each other's arms, sharing passionate kisses and making love. It was just sex for him. A desire that needed to be satisfied. She made love to him—gave everything she had: body, mind, and soul. She loved him so much even if it hurt. He said so himself—that he was incapable of love, that she's just another woman to share and warm his bed. No matter how it broke her already-shattered heart, she complied. During their first night together, Eli made it clear to her that she was his. His woman. No other man could have her aside from himself; if she so wished to be free from him, she could only kill herself.
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