49 Quotes About Marcus

Then give me your pain, Master. I can bear it as long as I know your lips will touch every mark when you're done, signing it as your work.

No," Marcus says. "Yes, take it." "Don't want it." "Why so difficult, Marc?" "Who's Marc?" "You are." "Yeah? 'Sup, Gid?

Marcus directed his response to Zach. "Do you have something against shirts?" His eyes dropped to Zach's bare chest."Yes," Zach retorted.Tracy laughed. "I can live with that.""Me too," Sean's Second, Nichole, said with a smile.

Zach," Seth greeted him cautiously. "I'm surprised you joined us.""Apparently, he's an enigma," Marcus drawled, the words dripping with sarcasm.Seth actually felt the urge to smile."And you're the luckiest bastard on the planet," Zach declared. "They love you, faults and all.

He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed. He wanted to peel every last inch of her clothing from her body, and then he wanted to worship her. He wanted to show her all the things he wasn’t sure he knew how to say.

He blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if he’d get his eyes open again. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldn’t seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities.She might be blushing. He couldn’t tell. It was too dark to see. But it didn’t matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldn’t be scarred forever by the sight of his chest.

Oh. Yeah, um…” I was pretty sure I matched a fire truck. “He’s a heavy sleeper.”“I’m sure he is.” Dominic stepped back. “If you wish to join your uncle, I’ll be waiting outside. You should have time to get ready. Your uncle is a…heavy sleeper, also.”Whaaaa…and then it hit me. Ew. Ew. Ew.

You listen to me, woman: you’re mine! I’ll not share you and, by God, we shall be married!” His mouth came down hard on hers and his lips crushed hers as he stamped his possession on her startled mouth.

This isn’t the medieval era, my lord. I’ll be damned if I need to put on a dog-and-pony show with a peer as part of a business deal.” “Speaking as the other half of the dog-and-pony show,” Westcliff said sardonically, “I’m not fond of the idea either.