"I’m not a thing you can just buy, Salvatore," she whispered, her voice trembling despite the fire in her gaze.
Salvatore leaned forward, the light catching the sharp edge of his jaw. He reached out, his gloved fingers tracing the line of her throat, feeling the frantic skip of her pulse. Salvatore (Dark Mafia Romance) by Natasha Knight
He watched the tear track down her cheek, and for the first time in years, the monster inside him didn't want to destroy. It wanted to keep. "I’m not a thing you can just buy,