“I hate to freak you out,” I murmured between desperate kisses, “but you’ve got it real bad for me.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“I don’t think you do. This” –he gestured impatiently at himself– “is just a fucking shell. You’re what drives me, Eva. Can… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Wow. Hindsight didn’t just make things crystal clear; it smacked me upside the head and knocked some sense into me. “I get… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“He's kissing me, quick desperate kisses, like I'm something he needs to live; and I'm kissing him back, crazy with the ache… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
