“Dilemma? Let him have his way with something simple, or keep getting my way and him torture me later? Hmmm. I guess I'm more of a masochist than I thought.”

“You're not asking me to guess the mind of Matrim Cauthon, are you?" Elayne asked. "I'm convinced that Mat only acts simple so that people will let him get away with more.”

“I'm going crazy. I want this man to posess me. I want him inside of me. I want him any way I can get him.”

“I know, I know. But I can always kill him later. This way, at least we get to humiliate him first.”Finn eyed me. “Sometimes I think you’re even more devious, twisted, and vicious than I am.”I grinned. “You only wish you could be as ruthless as me.”“Absolutely.”

“I have thought for a long time that the way my clothes hang on me is more important than me inside them.”

“The fingers of his free hand work their way into my hair and tilt my head to the side as he deepens the kiss. He gets more aggressive, like he wants to gobble me up. And I want him to. God, I want him to.”