To look at him was to want him.

To see him was to ache to touch him.

He had been built to please, and trained to pleasure.

“Oh, pooh, you’re just like akri. No, Simmi, don’t be breathing fire around the …”

“I’m through begging for mercy. No one heeds it when I do anyway. Better I shoul…”

“Not that I’ve ever feared a fight or backed down from one –(Wren)That’s the tru…”

“I want to be inside you so badly, Grace,” he whispered. “I want to feel your le…”