Shhh,” he murmured against her mouth. “Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel.

I watched you for years,” she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. “I watched you and you never saw me.

He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her back and rose over her, powerful and male. He casually parted her legs with his knees and thrust into her again, hot and hard. She gasped at the swift invasion, the lovely feeling, and then his face was next to hers, his big palms cradling her cheeks. “What I want,” he drawled, “is ye. Nothin’ else.

Finally he turned his head toward her face and brushed a kiss over her cheek. " love you and I believe with all my heart that you love me as well. Why can’t you say it, Hero?"

There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors.

I think I do pretty well with child characters. It's hard to write kids that are realistic, not annoying, and bring something to the story.

Do you love me Hero?" His pale green eyes were full of torment. "Do you love me like I love you?