“ Her voice was a sensual, confiding whisper, and he clung to ever rapturous word."You take the grenade, I'll take the pin. Vanessa Gravenstein
“ He'd never sought to mark a woman's flesh these shades of indigo and violet for pleasure. Vanessa Gravenstein
“ He could kiss her, or he could bite her. Both possibilities were equally tempting. Vanessa Gravenstein
“ He was an animal. He'd drawn blood and now he needed to fuck, to cover her with his scent, to tell the world, She is mine. Stay away. Vanessa Gravenstein
“ He wondered what she would taste of — fantasized about how gunpowder and scorched earth would weigh on his tongue. Vanessa Gravenstein
