“Dan wanted to cry out, or scream and yell and destroy with fists and boots. Anything, anything at all to break through the onslaught of emotions, but all he had was his lips, two arms, and one hand. Tongue, teeth,… — Marquesate Copy Share Image
“Dan didn't know how violently he was biting. Just the absolute closeness. Once upon a time he'd hated that body, smashed it, kicked it,… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Damn right. Now shut up, Donahue, and tell me that you'll spend the rest of your life with me." Matt pronounced his next words… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Dan wanted to cry out, or scream and yell and destroy with fists and boots. Anything, anything at all to break through the onslaught… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Russkie, promise me a simple thing?" Out of the blue when they had finished, after a mouthful from the mug. Dan seemed relaxed, leaning… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Vadim inhaled, but couldn’t form words, struggled with translating soldier concepts into something civilians could understand. Dan moved into the breach. “Violence, Duncan. I’m… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Opening the door, he nearly did a double take into the mirror behind him. Hooch. Hooch, pushing his shades back up onto his head,… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Aye, that's me. Roughie toughie squaddie with the intellectual depth of a shallow baby bath and the educational background of a hedgerow. I'm complicated,… — Marquesate Copy Share
“You conquered me, got to this Special Forces bloke well and truly." His voice husky and low. "You could betray and kill me now… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Aye, and for now, would you mind if I get you out of your clothes and wrap myself around you? It's medicinal you know?… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Dan reached out, his hand rested on the other's abs, under the blankets. Felt heat creep from the skin, feeding it back again. "How… — Marquesate Copy Share
“Looks like I'll be sucking your cock for food, but entirely my way." Vadim paused. "No. Food is free. I'll give you money so… — Marquesate Copy Share
“You..." just you always you. My Russian cunt my enemy my comrade my prisoner my gaoler and my life. Words unthinking. "Love...you.” — Marquesate Copy Share
