“If I kiss you now," he whispered as if he'd read her mind...."I won't be able to stop there."~Armand”

“If I have to tell you everyday for fifty years how unbelievably perfect you are for you to believe it, I will. I'll start now; you're perfect."He nipped at her lower lip. "You're perfect." He kissed one side of her neck. "You're perfect." He kissed the other side. "Oh and by the way, you're perfect."~Slade”

“Please?" A growl errupted somewhere deep in his throat."Put your doe eyes away," he said into her ear. "Begging will only get us both into trouble."~Armand”

“Except maybe when you're fucking Joe Football, you never get confused and think you're actually fucking a Saints player.~Armand”

“Say I was going to make love to you right now." He movied to stand eye to eye with her. "I would would gently take your shoulders and guide you backwards until your back was pressed into the wall behind you. I might run my hands as light as possible up and down these gorgeous arms and the entire time I'd have my mouth against yours in a soft, sensual kiss.""I'd wrap your long, sexy legs around my waist and slowly, gently, slide my cock into you.""But if I was going to fuck you." He gripped her thighs tightly and pushed his hips into her. "Maybe my hands would be rougher and there'd be nothing slow and gentle about my cock, but there'd be no shortage of passion. Every thrust, every touch would convey how fucking sexy I find you."~Slade”

“I could lick you all night." he murmured as she slowly rode him, her body perched over his massive chest. "I could fuck you for days." He bit her neck and growled.~Slade”

“Oh fuck," he groaned, thrusting his cock harder against her. Grabbing her hips, he suddenly jerked her up and slid beneath her. "I want your pussy on my face." he said.~Slade”