“See what love does? It makes you weak. Kills you."Warm breath feathered over her scalp as Remy pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "It also gives people something to live for," he whispered.”

“This is what you wanted, bebe."He took her bottom lip between his teeth and let his hot tongue rasp slowly over it before releasing her."You wanted me to make love to your mouth. Imagine me doing this between your legs."~Remy”

“Storms make you--""Want to fuck.""they make me want to fuck until I pass out. Is that what you wanted to know?""Yes," she whispered...~Remy/Haley”

“Coming sounds like a good idea, Haley," he murmured in her ear."Are you going to come for me, with me, again and again, until you can't stand it anymore, until you can't see straight?""Is that what you want?" she asked."Not want. Need." He gripped her hips and urged her down to her knees."Need to fuck you, right here. Need to be inside you now."~Remy/Haley”

“I told you the storm's not over."~Remy”

“Not so tough. And my name isn't Cookie.""Right. It's Coco."She took a chance. "It's actually Meg."He leaned in close, his breath warm on her cheek--smelling faintly of whiskey and mint. "Is that what you want me to call you when I'm fucking you?”

“He sank to his knees. "I don't know how to handle this. I don't know what you want from me. Quoi tu veux," he murmured, over and over, until the whirring noise slowed and his fingers curled deep into the mud.~Remy”