Dominique Frost Quotes

Now go to sleep. I'll wake you up when I want you."
"Should I just sleep with my legs spread or what?

Stephen's face in the extremity of climax was a thing of such perfection that Anthony wished to commit it to memory before remembering, with a strange sort of wonder, that he need not commit it to memory, that it was something he might have at any time, that it was his for life.
That Stephen was ... his.
For life.

We didn't have sex."
"What?" Cale blinks at her.
"We just talked."
Talked. Like ... talking? "That isn't a euphemism for some complicated sex act I don't know about, is it?

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What I want is to tie you up and blindfold you and make you learn my touch, so you can't come with anyone else touching you, can't sleep in the dark without remembering my hand on you." Javier's voice drops even further, hushed, secret, only between them. "What I want is to ruin you for anyone else, shape you into something only my hands can hold.

No obsession is worth its salt if it does not consume the obsessed.

And then," Darren continues dizzily, "when we've come, I'll keep you open with my fingers, keep you loose, and when I'm ready, I'll take you again.

It was mad. It was inconceivable. Anthony began to detect in himself the symptoms of a disease he had sworn never to acquire
lovesickness
and thus berated himself for a clodpoll to so fall into the gilded trap.