“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and, therefore, is winged cupid blind. I don't need to see you, Phillipe, to know you feel as I do.”

“Yes, Phillipe. I want to feel you everywhere before I feel you nowhere.”

“Why did you fucking leave her, Phillipe?" Bringing his eyes back to mine, he swallows and simply replies,"I wanted to see if I could.”

“I don't know what it is you see, and I don't know what you're feeling, but when you bring her between us, something happens inside of me.”

“What do you think Gemma? Do you like being painted this way?" All I can think is that being painted by him feels a lot like being fucked by him, but he already knows that.”

“I see your eyes—those beautiful but frustrating eyes—looking up at me and offering everything I f**king want. I’m going to take it.” He growled out in a voice I hardly recognized. “I’m going to take everything you’re offering and more. I see your body laid out before me. You are open, vulnerable, and so f**king sexy that I can’t help but want to own it.”

“When I fuck you, Gemma, I want your eyes open, looking right at me. I've never hidden who I am from anyone I've touched, and I won't start with you.”