This is our true tie," he whispered, his breath falling hotly onto my lips. "You're meant for me, and I will have you.

That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.

He’d wanted all of me and that’s what I’d given him. Did it mean I had nothing left? “No,” he muttered, voice thick with passion. “You have me, and I love you.

I can give you honesty, monogamy, and more passion than you can stand, but not love. That emotion died in me long ago, as I suspect you already know.

That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.

I tried to tell you that it's not Spade in there." "You could have tried harder. I absolutely never needed to know that Ian was pierced down there.

All the rest of the world could only kill or devastate my mind and body. Bones alone held the power to demolish my soul.