I Keep What's Mine, And I Do

I Own Your Pleasure," I Whispered Into His Mouth. "i'll Take It If You Won't Give It To Me.

He Was The Kind Of Guy That Made A Woman Want To Rip His Shirt Open And Watch The Buttons Scatter Along With Her Inhibitions.

What Are You Doing?" He Breathed. "you're Going Around, Stirring Up Everything." "i've Got Time On My Hands," I Shot Back, Just As Breathless, "since I Dumped My Asshat Boyfriend." He Growled, Fiercely Passionate, His Hand In My Hair Pulling So Tightly It Pained Me. "you Can't Make This Up With A Kiss Or A F*ck, Gideon. Not This Time." Gideon & Eva

"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'm Still Not Sure I Didn't Hallucinate The Conversation While Overdosing On His Pheromones.