Why am I good to you?” he repeated, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.
“Because I can see you are broken. And I want nothing more than to put you back together.

“Dex,” I whispered.“Mmmm?” he grunted.“I hope you never stop feeling alive.”I co…”

“You can scream, angel. I love the sound of my name coming from your lips, espec…”

“Am I supposed to be your submissive?”…He chuckled good-naturedly. “Submissive? …”

“Robbie Oliver could call me Pooey-Poo-Poo Smelly Face if he wanted to.”