We also mark what's ours. And as I'm not going to see you for twelve hours, I think I'll leave a little more all over you.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary

What.” Oh, for God’s sake. “Fine. Why wouldn’t it ever work out?” “Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally… in love with you.” Qhuinn’s mouth dropped open.

No matter what you wear... to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.