I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

When I want you to beg, I'll tell you.

G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.

The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. "Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears.

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.