“Love you, Chessie,” he murmured. “Ain’t never … Fuckin love you, more’n anything.”
“Shit. You so fuckin pretty, Chessie. True thing. So … ain’t even can breathe sometimes.”
“You fuckin' rock, baby," he murmured."You rock at fuckin', baby.”
“Mine, Chessie." [...] "Aye? Fuckin--mine. Not his.”
“When it comes to you darlin’ I got no fuckin’ sense. You fuckin’ pull me in until you’re all I can fuckin’ see and suddenly I can’t fuckin’ breathe but I don’t care cuz, babe, you’re you, and I ain’t never met anyone as fuckin’ perfect as you.”
“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.”