“I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my nameDon't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison”

“the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.”

“Grace," he whispered as he slid his fingers over my swollen lips. "I want to be inside you so damn bad right now. But when I do that, I want to hear you scream my fucking name as you claw your nails down my back.”

“I've wanted you from the moment I first saw you in the museum. Before that. I wanted every part of you from the first time I felt you, your presence. I want you in the sky, and against the earth. I want to kiss you again, I want to touch you, I want to feel you in my arms and I want to hear you gasping my name when I'm inside you. I want all that, and I want it badly. Every time I look at you, I want it. So you're going to have to become used to that, Rue. It won't change."(Christoff to Rue)”

“If somebody wants you to pin a label on my place in your life, just tell them I'm yours. It's that simple.”

“You bite your lip, and I want to take that lip into my mouth and suck on it like popsicle. I want to lick your lips and bite them and kiss you until you're fucking lost and gasping and puddled on the floor.” Well...shit. I want that.”