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“She remained in this attitude, clearly inviting him to touch her. Taking a position of advantage, he rested his right hand on her buttock.…

— Emmanuelle de Maupassant

“His eyes snapped shut as he grimaced from a surge of renewed pain. I pressed my bleeding forearm against his parted lips. His touch…

— Andrea Cremer

“I love the pain, which isn’t excruciating but is incredibly, infuriatingly persistent, accompanied by the endless whine of the tattoo gun, marking me forever.”

— Roxane Gay

“...you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...”

— John Geddes

“He reached out with one bird-claw hand. He closed it around my wrist and I could feel the hot cancer that was loose and…

— Stephen King

“He closed his hand around my wrist and pressed my hand flat against his chest. “The way I see it, Elle, scars are proof…

— Megan Hart

“Nik gripped his fork so tightly his knuckles turned white. His temper flared up like a beast inside him, clawing at the walls of…

— Quinn Anderson

“I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. The pain and anger flickered in my eyes as I realized that it…

— Rebecca Donovan

“Oh my God.” She waited for the chastising sting of the mark, which acted like a behavioral-modification dog collar. When the burn didn’t come…

— Sylvia Day

“My eyelids drooped at the contact and I fought the instinct to rub against him and purr my pleasure. Mark him as mine. It…

— Drumline, Stacy Kestwick