“This is our true tie," he whispered, his breath falling hotly onto my lips. "You're meant for me, and I will have you.”

“You think my blood is the only tie between us?"[...] "This is our true tie. You're meant for me, and I will have you.”

“You are meant for me, and I for you," Brandon whispered in my ear, and pressed his lips to my neck, sending more dreams of our future through me.”

“My Beth,” he whispered, his breath hot on her swollen lips. “Thank you.” “For what?” Beth couldn’t stop crying, but she smiled, her face aching with it. “Setting me free.”

“Are you all right,” he whispered, his lips brushing the tips of my spiky hair. Granted, I knew he was only being discreet so as to save poor Hillary from being reamed again, but my knees didn’t know the difference. They betrayed me, buckling under his hot breath on my ear and the deep whisper that tickled my senses.”

“I know what I know of you," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot. "And I want to know more.”