“So... am I to understand that you're mine"" I asked teasingly. "I can be yours if you want me to be, Taryn," he whispered.”

“There’s no going back,” he whispers … “Once I am inside you, you’re mine.”…“I want to be yours,” I answer in a breathy whisper. “I want to belong to you, Drew. Only you.”

“Taryn,” he drawled in an impatient tone, “I am your mate –”And I’m stubborn, if you want absolute obedience, get a Labrador.”

“I must ask what it is you want of me?""What can I want? All I can want is that you should not desert me, as you think of doing," she said, understanding all he had not uttered. "But that I don't want; that's secondary. I want love, and there is none. So then all is over.”

“Re'lar Kvothe," he said seriously. "I am trying to wake your sleeping mind to the subtle language the world is whispering. I am trying to seduce you into understanding. I am trying to teach you." He leaned forward until his face was almost touching mine. "Quit grabbing at my tits.”

“You're making this really hard for me," he said quietly, holding my face in his hands."So maybe you should give in.""I don't want you to think that's all I want from you.""What else do you want from me?""Everything," he whispered and brushed his lips against mine.”