She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn

Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

Yesterday is skin on snake, to be shed many times.

You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen

He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.