“I'm going to kiss you... until you faint”
“I'm going to take you somewhere and kiss you until you can't think or move or breathe.”
“If I kiss you I'm not going to stop”
“Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?”
“Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.”
“So you know what your punishment is going to be, sweetheart? I'm going to make love to you. Slowly. Hell, it might take me until tomorrow. I'm going to lose count of how many times you come. And every time you do, I'm going to tell you that I love you. Until you fucking get used to it.”