Let me go!” I screamed, but it was a wasted effort. Dean was determined to hold me. Determined never to lose his grip.“I’m never going to let you go again.

Tu sei altezzoso, sarcastico, egocentrico e presuntuoso, e per quanto non ci sia nulla di positivo in tutto ciò, è quello che ti rende così affascinante.

To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.

This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”“Yes it is.””Am I allowed to call you names?”It was very very hard not to laugh. Impertinent little brat.

You’re different,” he said, touching my face.Of course I was. The man I loved had killed for me. A lot of things became inconsequential after a sacrifice like that.

I knew instantly that I wanted that type of love in my life. To have someone I could take care of in every sense and who would trust me to do so. No matter what I asked of them.

Behave," Kurt said, and slapped her buttocks. "Didn't I tell you to be still? Your job is to focus on my will and let me use your body. It's here for my pleasure, remember?

When you’re honest, what compares with the gorgeous thrill of sex? What brings you the same sense of wonder, pleasure, and fulfilment? I can’t think of anything as good.

¿A quién le importan el vino y las rosas? Cualquiera puede hacerlo así.Expresarle a alguien que no puedes vivir sin él,eso sí que es romanticismo.

My lord, I’d rather be alone.” His smile vanished. Not a single muscle in his body bulged, but the color of his eyes turned to dark ashes.“And I’d rather not.

Oooo...He's being a saucy motherfu*ker tonight. He does wrong and I'm the one who gets treated like the whore of Babylon. Fine, he wants a show I'll give him a damn show.

The air between them was electric, the scent of his aftershave was intoxicating and she could feel the testosterone bouncing off him. She could immediately tell he was a powerful man.

His voice is hoarse. "I am going to make love to you now." He says, "So if you want me to stop, tell me."I shake my head frantically. If he stops at this point, I'll probably die.

I lay my cheek on his solid back. I realize this is the real Jacade. The man who’s strong and fierce, but vulnerable and damaged. Confident and dominating, but generous and kind.

It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.