...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

If I were to splay you out on my desk and thrust my fingers into you right now, I think I’d find different.

Some things were worth the dance with danger.

Tell me something, Raphael?" He was already turning, heading to the door. "What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter?" She hid her smile at his slip. "What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend?" Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. "You can call me 'Master'.

Push me and I will. I’ll get punished, but you’ll still be dead.

Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.

You're not a restful individual to be around" Ashaya to Dorian