Don't leave me." "Leave you? I'm going to marry you.

There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.

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.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

As he stared back, he altered...as if a shield slid away fro his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.

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

You're an addiction...my obsession.