We’ll never be over, Eva.

You forget who submits, Eva,” he said gruffly. “I’ve given up control for you. I’ve bent and adjusted for you. I’ll do anything to keep you and make you happy. But I can’t be tamed or topped. Don’t mistake indulgence for weakness.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

I don't blame you. But if there's anything else you have to tell me, now would be the time." He pressed forward, urging me to stretch on the couch. Coming over me, he whispered, "I'm in love with you." With everything going wrong, that was the one thing that was totally right. It was enough.

I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.

Angel, getting you off is ninety-nine percent of the fun for me.

I'll kill for you, give up everything i own for you...but i won't give you up.