He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in Nebraska.

I'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242)

What good is a body if I can't have you?

See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond.

..."Good, because I need your help." "Help is my middle name." I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.

You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get Marcie. She likes ordering people around. She'll be a natural.