You beautiful, bloodthirsty bitch

Are you going to teach me about make-up sex?"He shook his head. "I'm going to show you what it means to be mine, with nothing held back.

Dallas traced her jaw and put the tip of his finger under her chin. "I'm feeling possessive tonight, Lexie love, so here's your choice. I can untie you and we can have a little tease and cuddle...or you can stand up and go into the bedroom. If you do that, I'm going to play with you until you think you can't take it anymore, and then I'm going to ride you so hard your legs won't work in the morning. Pick one.

Lex lets you off the hook way too easily, you know that?" "Of course I do." No laughter now. Dallas's expression was deadly serious. "Why do you think being a better man matters so damn much? The sex, that's good, but it's not the prize. Trust is the prize, and the fight's not about winning it or keeping it. It's about deserving it, and that's a fight a man's got to have with himself. Every fucking day.

I was Cery's best pupil, but only in certain subjects. Oral sex and improvised weaponry, for example, though rarely in conjunction.

Rachel snatched her hand back. “Sorry, I forgot the rules. Everything’s a joke until it’s not, and words don’t mean anything until you want them to.

What would you do if she wanted me?”His hand clenched tight in Six’s shirt. “She can’t have you. Not tonight.”“Possessive, aren’t you?”“She can’t have you.” The words ripped free of him again, rough and raw. “Maybe not ever.

They took something from me, and if I don't get it back on my own, it won't matter. It won't be mine.""They?""Trent. All of them. They made me a victim. ... Help me be something else again.

They'd smother what was left of her pride in well-meaning sympathy.

There was a beauty to an elegantly designed circuit board that rivaled anything found in nature.