Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey.

His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking stopped-an inner artery had been nicked and this was the blood of his heart, spilling out of him, covering him.

V?" Butch said. "Don't leave, okay?" "Never." V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.

Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.

Stop it. Do not feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch

I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!