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I Don't Need Anything Else. I Get Out Of Bed Every Morning And Face The World Because You're In It.

You're An Addiction...my Obsession.

She’s My Mate; That Makes Her Mine. Forgetting That Will See Your Neck No Longer Serving Its Purpose.” “i Love It When You Talk Dirty,” She Purred. “give My Regards To Lindsay.

The Idea I'd Been Toying With Fully Formed In My Mind. "i'm Plotting." "oh?" His Mouth Curved In A Wicked Grin. "do Tell." Chapter 5 Pg. 50

The Only Way I'm Keeping My Hands Off Her Is If I'm Dead. Find Another Way To Fix Us.