His eyes glow in the shadows as he slides the soft liquid semen dripping down my thigh in a path leading back into my swollen entry, as if he doesn't want to come out of my body. "Sticky?" he asks in a gruff murmur, bending his head and licking my shoulder as he pushes his semen back inside with one finger.

I just want to cuddle with my Lion and give him all the love nobody in the world has given him but me.

I'm addicted to you. You're my crack, and you also happen to be the only dealer.

You're everything I never knew I wanted.

It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

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.

Remington Tate, I swear to you—I swear—that when I’m able to get up from this stupid bed and run again, you’re always, always, going to be the one thing I’ll run straight to.