“A low growl erupted in his chest, suprising him as much as what came out of his mouth. "You're mine. Trust me, I want to fuck you ten ways from Sunday." ~Chance” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“Storms make you--" "Want to fuck." "they make me want to fuck until I pass out. Is that what you wanted to know?" "Yes," she whispered... ~Remy/Haley” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“you think I"m that desperate?" "The raging hard-on jabbing at me says yes." ~Creed/Annika” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“I'm not sure of anything," he admitted. "But I didn't mean to freak you out before. I just can't seem to keep my hands… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You really want me gone, don't you?" "Creed, wait." "Why? So you can tell me again how you only want me for sex? How… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You're so full of yourself." "Soon,"he whispered back, "you'll be full of me too." ~Sela/Logan” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“Um, baby? You never watch soaps." He took a swig from the bottle. "All the backstabbing and cheating and fucking makes my life look… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“This is what you wanted, bebe." He took her bottom lip between his teeth and let his hot tongue rasp slowly over it before… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You did'nt finish." "Oh, I'm finished." He buttoned up and stood. "How's it feel Faith? Getting fucked by someone who should care...but doesn't?" ~Wyatt” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You're mouthy." "You like it." His gaze dropped to her mouth. "I know where I'd like it." ~Logan/Sela” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“What's wrong? Please, Creed, tell me"-Annika "Just take me to bed, baby. Please just fuck me and don't ask me any more questions tonight."… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“It took everything Annika had not to charge herself up with a million volts and turn that little spectral bitch into a smoking blob… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You're a pain in the ass," she said, and suddenly, the loofah brush whacked her on the butt. She yelped and leaped forward, nearly… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“I've thought about how you'd taste," he said, in a low, guttural voice, and she whimpered, arched against his mouth. "Jesus," he panted. "It's… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
