Your craving should be for me, angel, not an orgasm. For my body, my hands. Eventually, you won't be able to come without my skin touching yours.

I’m losing my mind without you.

The world would be a very sad place if readers could only love one story.

If you leave, we lose and our pasts win.

You hit me the instant I saw you." he said, gruffly. "I couldn't look away. I wanted you immediately. Excessively. Almost violently.

Confucius say, man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day

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