“There was a strange but addictive magic to sex. It tied a thin string from his soul to mine with every joining, and I wondered how many times it would take before we were inseparable.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“She longed for him to take her, to use her. Anything she could do to bring him pleasure. Anything to bring him peace.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“This sweet cunt, pretty cunt. It’s mine. This and all of you. You know that, don’t you? Now come for me. Let me feel… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“This is the last day of class, so I need to tell you that you are all activists. Each one of you and every… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He had realistic expectations. He was ugly as sin. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It was only a matter of… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“There were places inside him that she couldn’t reach, not with her words or her body. And if she could? She was a little… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“In barely minutes he was hard again, an aching erection ever ready to serve her need.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He had something to prove to himself if not to her. He could have a thoughtful conversation with her. He could watch a movie… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He felt the same carnal urge to claim, to mate, to please her. But above that sang a new melody, one he recognized as… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
