We have to get out of here, Bram. Before they take our bollocks and use them for pincushions.

You’re an intensely attractive woman. You do know that, don’t you?” To her silence, he replied, “You’d believe me if you could see yourself.””I have seen myself. That’s the snag, you see.”He shook his head....

A little faster would be fine.

No, no. Don’t make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man’s confidence.

Julian,” she said huskily, “you were right the other morning. You know me so well. I’m not made for illicit affaires, all that sneaking around to avoid discovery.” In the dark, her hands crept up...

He had to feel those lips on him again. Had. To. This wasn’t a mild expression of preference. This was an imperative. His body was insistent. To continue hisexistence on this earth, he now needed...

Your breasts are alabaster orbs.’ “What?” Rufus objected. “That’s stupid. I’m not saying that.” “Do you have some better suggestion?” “Why can’t you just say she’s got a fair set of titties?

Oh no. Oh God. I couldn’t possibly be so stupid.””Don’t limit yourself. You can be anything you wish.

My dearest friend.

You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” – Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff