It was as though he had awakened something inside her. All those desires she had felt in passing had culminated, growing deeper, hungrier, darker.

You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.

Is that something you fantasize about? Being held down and taken against your will until you come? It's in all the books you asked me to buy for you. Every single one.

When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line.

Why do women always feel they have to settle for less?

I didn't understand what it was about men—not all men, but a good portion of them—that turned a good, solid “NO” into an “I'm just playing coy; try harder.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

If you fucked the way you mouthed off to me, I'd have come by now.

I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like this.”“I don’t have to talk.” He ran his hand down her thigh as he let his lips drag across her cheek, towards her ear. “I could do other things with my mouth.