They didn't understand that she held his heart, held it so utterly that there was nothing he wouldn't do, no line he wouldn't cross to keep her safe.

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.

Pups think rules are suggestions.

You try to leave and I will hunt you down." Relief poured through her, but she smacked at his thigh with the back of her brush. "Like a rabid dog? Very romantic.

Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.

Is your skin this tone all over?" "Only one way you're going to discover the answer to that.

I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith