“beg him: take me quick, farther, i: plunge in yourrapids and you then: release me - pure - as foamas air, air -and fleeing i ripple your face in thanks …”

“Don't leave me," I begged, when I found air to speak. Kellan wrapped his arms around me just as tight. Voice cracking he murmured, "I won't...I'm yours, Kiera, for as long as you want me." Pulling back I cupped his face. "Forever, I want you forever.”

“If you’ve been exiled, why don’t you send me word of yourself? People do send word. Have you stopped loving me? No, for some reason I don’t believe that. It means you were exiled and died … Release me, then, I beg you, give me freedom to live, finally, to breathe the air! …’ Margarita Nikolaevna answered for him herself: ’You are free … am I holding you?’ Then she objected to him: ’No, what kind of answer is that? No, go from my memory, then I’ll be free … ”

“I will find all your spots. Pleasure you until you beg me to possess you. When I finally do, I’ll plunge into you hard. Deep.”

“You're with me, Sadie. When you're off the clock, you're not my employee. You're my.. Air."I frowned at him. "Your air?"He grinned. "Well, girlfriend seems to be a shallow word for what I feel for you..”

“I went outside mournful, and I hit pure air.”