“Tell me, Tayla," he whispered as he broke away. "Did you eveer imagine me doing this to you?""Tell me what I want to know and I"ll reward you."~Ethan”

“Do you know how long I've imagined seeing you this way?""Less talking.""Oh no, my beauty. I plan to tell you exactly what you make me feel, and you will do the same for me."~Ethan/Tayla”

“Did you wonder?” he whispered. “Did you leave me and wonder what I hadn’t told you?” He leaned in, just so she’d feel his lips move whisper-light against her ear. “Did you want to know what I did when I was wicked? Do you want me to tell you?” he murmured. He felt her jerk slightly in surprise, and he chuckled. “Not about them, Francesca. You. Only you.”-Michael Stirling”

“You can't touch me," I whisper. I'm lying, is what I don't tell him. He can touch me, is what I'll never tell him. Please touch me, is what I want to tell him.”

“Tell me that you want me.” He whispered.“I want you.” Always.“Only me?” “Only you.” Had there ever been anyone else?”

“What you did hurt, Lucas. You wanted me to submit to you just so you could tell me to screw off." I whisper harshly. "And now you want me.”