Remy you're my king." I hug him hard. "There's no chess game for me without you.

I promise. I promise, you have my heart, and you have me. You will always have me.

Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.

You tie me up in knots. I want to play you a thousand different songs so you can get a clue of what... I feel inside me.

He's complicated and complex, a labyrinth I want to lose myself in. He's my fighter, and I really want to fight to be with him.

We won't be having an affair." I stare dumbly, certain I just heard an organ in my body crack in my chest. His hands clamp around me, and he crushes me to his body as he slides his nose along the shell of my ear. "When I take you, you'll be mine," he says, a soft promise in my ear.

His head is busy moving between my parted thighs. He makes low purr-like sounds between my legs and is so surprisingly ravenous I can feel his teeth. His nails bit into my thighs as he devours me like he's the one deriving pleasure from the act, and I'm so turned on by the way he laps me up, that I come.