“Daemon scratched his chest, his expression doubtful. “And how are wegoing to get her to exert energy.” Andrew grinned from across the room. “We could take her out to a fieldand chase her around in our cars. That sounds fun.”

“He pumped her roughly, filling the room with the sounds of their breathing and the smell of their sin. She felt drunk, this man’s harsh energy as intoxicating as ten bottles of wine. She stroked his chest and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Spurs, telling him to make it rougher.”

“Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.”“I thought you'd chase cars,” I said.He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed.”

“…"It was fun tonight. But you know what would be even more fun?" "What's that?" she asks. "Making out with you in my car when we get back to your place. You know, to see how foggy we can get the glass?" "That does sounds like fun. Count me in." By the time I walked her to her door, I couldn't see anything outside of my windows.”

“Her Mao tse-tung t-shirt was stretched so tightly across her chest that the Chairman was grinning broadly”

“And then he pressed into her. First his thighs, then his middle, his chest, and finally his mouth. She made a whimpering sound, but its definition was unclear even to her, until she realized that her arms had gone around him instinctually, and that she was clutching his back, his shoulders, her hands restless and greedy for the feel of him.He kissed her openmouthed, using his tongue, and when she kissed back, she felt the hum that vibrated deep inside his chest. It was the kind of hungry sound she hadn’t heard in a long time. Masculine and carnal, it thrilled and aroused her.”