“I have always been very fond of you." He'd always wanted to have sex with me. "Plus, I want to fuck you.”

“You say that like I have a choice. These are the ideas that come to me. These are the ideas that have always come to me. If it can bleed me,eat me, or fuck me, I want to write about it. -L.K. on why she writes about sex and monsters in 'Flirt' Afterword”

“I want the right to spend time with you, not only fuck you. I want the right to stay for breakfast. And I want you bareback.""Ah so this all boils down to sex.""Everything boils down to sex, honey. Always. My drive to fuck you is huge, don't be mistaken, but this is more.""More?"He nodded but didn't reply.”

“I have no desire to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. And there is no such thing as perfectly good sex.  If it’s “perfectly good,” I mock in falsetto, “he should be shot in the head and put out of everyone’s misery. Sex either blows your fucking mind, or it’s not good enough. You want me to blow your fucking mind, Ms. Lane? Come on.  Do it.  Be a big girl.”

“I want you, Cam.”“You have me,” he groaned. “You so fucking have me.”

“I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.”