When I propose, angel, trust me, you’ll know it.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

My domineering lover made no apologies for his caveman tendencies.

I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

I had never seen hair that purely black. It was glossy and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. That sexy length was the crowning touch of bad boy hotness over the successful businessman, like whipped cream topping on a hot fudge brownie sundae. As my mother would say, only rogues and raiders had hair like that." (Eva about Gideon)

I keep what's mine, and I do not share.

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.