“Some days you're the windscreen, some the bug.”

“If I have to tell you everyday for fifty years how unbelievably perfect you are for you to believe it, I will. I'll start now; you're perfect."He nipped at her lower lip. "You're perfect." He kissed one side of her neck. "You're perfect." He kissed the other side. "Oh and by the way, you're perfect."~Slade”

“Except maybe when you're fucking Joe Football, you never get confused and think you're actually fucking a Saints player.~Armand”

“I'm good with a lot of things. Words aren't one. But if you're suggesting fucking is somehow less intimate than making love, you're dead wrong.”

“You're going to fuck me on this bike later""Damn straight."~Kate/Slade”

“..."You must think I'm crazy."He smiled. "A little, but you're my crazy now. So it's okay. What's the matter?"~Slade”

“I could lick you all night." he murmured as she slowly rode him, her body perched over his massive chest. "I could fuck you for days." He bit her neck and growled.~Slade”