My everything.
"Hello, wife," he purred, the corner of that sinful mouth hooking up.
My everything.
"Hello, wife," he purred, the corner of that sinful mouth hooking up.
"I want you to feel for me. And I'll take hate if that's all you're offering."
"I want you to feel for me. And I'll take hate if that's all you're offering."
"I'd find it easier to carve my eyes out than I would to stop them landing on you."
"I'd find it easier to carve my eyes out than I would to stop them landing on you."
My heart.
My love.
My queen.
My heart.
My love.
My queen.
“You're what I want,” she replied firmly.
“You're what I want,” she replied firmly.
“Then we should burn it down,” I agreed.
“Then we should burn it down,” I agreed.
“Why?” I demanded. “Why not just go after someone else?”
“Because we don't get to choose our obsessions. And you're mine.”
“Why?” I demanded. “Why not just go after someone else?”
“Because we don't get to choose our obsessions. And you're mine.”
“Who else?” he said. “My wife has a way of getting what she wants.”
“Who else?” he said. “My wife has a way of getting what she wants.”
"Because I wasn't going to risk them getting past me to you," he snarled like that was the most obvious thing in the world and I punched him again.
"And what would I do without you?"
"Because I wasn't going to risk them getting past me to you," he snarled like that was the most obvious thing in the world and I punched him again.
"And what would I do without you?"