“He had never taken a woman like Bride. One who wasn't biting and clawing at him as she demanded he please her. Something inside him relished the rarity of this. The gentleness. In a life where violence and territory and blood wars reigned, it was nice to have a reprieve. A tender lover's touch. The human side of him craved this. It craved her." - Vane”

“... he broke her heart and made her crave his touch even while she was trying to figure out where to hide his body.”

“Vane looked back at her one last time, knowing he would never see her again. She was so beautiful there with large, amber eyes set in the pale face of a goddess. There was something about her that reminded him of a Rubens angel. She was ethereal and lovely. And far too fragile for an animal." - Vane”

“Vane passed the mashed potatoes across Bride to Fury, who stared at them with a fierce frown "What are these?" he asked."Potatoes," Vane told him."What did they do to them?”

“To look at him was to want him. To see him was to ache to touch him. He had been built to please, and trained to pleasure.”

“Please Julian,” she whispered to him as he slept beside her. “Don’t leave me.”

“The wolf in him demanded he kick (the door) down and claim her.The man in him just wanted to hold her close and protect her. He’d never been so torn. So confused.So damned horny!”