An orgasm is not what I want and I know it. What I want, need, is so much more than that. It's the connection.The exhilarating contact with this human being, a being that compels me like no other. I miss his touch, his kiss. I don't care if he gives me just a little kernel of what he can give; I'm just starving to be fed, and my body has never been like this hungry.

You can't, Brooke, you can't leave. You're mine

My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don't know if I'm bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I'm just bracing for the swim of my life.

God, I want to die in you.

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

I love the way you work out,” I whisper. “I love the way you work me.

Larger than life itself, and I can’t even believe this striking creature was once a little bit mine.