It’s impossible,” he snapped. “Why?” “Because I’m Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can’t be celibate. Everyone knows that.

I think at this point, safety isn't a feeling, it's a process. Starting with trust.

I've always considered myself a feminist, which is such a tough word for people. Some people immediately assume that you're angry or you hate men, which is obviously not true.

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

Fencing isn't really fighting. It's more like chess with the risk of puncture wounds

I’ve never heard of a man being so eager to confess to the parent of a girl he’s just ruined

I loved him so much, loved his fearlessness, his strength, even the ambition that would someday take him away from me.