I was taking the bad boy off the market for good.

He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Do you feel stretched? Can you tell I’ve been inside you?” I nodded, feeling my knees go a little weak from the tone in his voice. “Good. I like knowing you can feel where I’ve been.

The emptiness where I used pain to fill the hole no longer controls me, no longer calls me because of you.

If I lose you because of the blind idiot I've been then I will be the one who is destroyed

There's a thin line baby. A thing line between love and hate." -Cage York

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

No one expected the preacher's daughter to sin, but they sure would love to catch me at it.