“Chessie … shit, Chessie, I love you so bad.” His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. “So fucking much, so … so bad.”
“His hands on the sides of her face, on her neck, holding her there. "Chessie...shit, Chessie, I love you so bad." His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. "So fucking much, so...so bad.”
“Shit. You so fuckin pretty, Chessie. True thing. So … ain’t even can breathe sometimes.”
“I have to bite my lip not to lean down and kiss her. God, I want to kiss her so bad”
“Mine, Chessie." [...] "Aye? Fuckin--mine. Not his.”
“Thirstily he set it to his lips, and as its cool refreshment began to soothe his throat, he thanked Heaven that in a world of much evil there was still so good a thing as ale.”