“Love you, Chessie,” he murmured. “Ain’t never … Fuckin love you, more’n anything.”

“Shit. You so fuckin pretty, Chessie. True thing. So … ain’t even can breathe sometimes.”

“Mine, Chessie." [...] "Aye? Fuckin--mine. Not his.”

“Chessie … shit, Chessie, I love you so bad.” His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. “So fucking much, so … so bad.”

“His hands on the sides of her face, on her neck, holding her there. "Chessie...shit, Chessie, I love you so bad." His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. "So fucking much, so...so bad.”

“Ain’t got no shit to fuckin worry on, dig. Ladybird good enough to handle any all comes she fuckin way.”

“Aw, naw, ain’t sayin that. You do what you need an ain’t try telling you no, but … takin you to bed, want you there, not just your body. An want you knowin it’s me. Love you, Chess. Dig?”