I want to know all of you, Kitten. What you show me, and what you try not to.
You. Me. Exorcist. -Bones
He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.
You're my Red Reaper, and I've missed you terribly.
You'll drain me dry, but not my neck, and you'll beg me to stop before I'm finished." -Bones
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.