“You’re not dirty, or bad, or wrong, or anything that ass of a father told you,” he whispered, kissing the swell of her breast. “I honestly don’t know what you are.”“Ryker, please.”“Except mine.”

“Intimacy with Wright had seemed necessary; an essential human experience she didn’t think she’d get anywhere else, at least not on her terms. Ryker changed everything.Ryker, she wanted. Hell, a part of her needed him, and the rest of her just craved.”

“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”

“You're not a gardener, are you? So perhaps you don't know that once a garden is established, much of good gardening is about removal rather than planting, honing what you have to produce a pleasing effect, sacrificing the particular for the good of the whole. Gardening is a creative pastime, but the result is always a work in progress; unlike a painting or a piece of music a garden is never fixed in time. ("In The Garden")”

“What could be more real than the chemestries of our bodies being in perfect sync? And I don't think I want you, I know it."~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”

“Touch me and tell me you don't believe we're meant to be together. Tell me you aren't mine."~Ethan”