Vilkiuke

“Married?" she practically screeched, not sounding all that pleased, which left him feeling a little offended. "We're not getting married."
He snorted at that. "I may have let you have your naughty little way with me for the past couple of months, but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to keep treating me like some dirty little boy toy. If you want to live with me then I expect you to put a ring on my finger," he said, holding up his left hand and wiggling his ring finger to punctuate his words.”
― R.L. Mathewson, Perfection

“I whispered, “Can we kick the aunties out right now?”
I saw the flash of his smug smile before he buried his face in my neck and muttered, “You’re adorable.”
I wasn’t trying to be adorable. I was trying to get laid.
“No, seriously.”
― Kristen Ashley, Until the Sun Falls from the Sky

“Admit it. You just had sex,” Alice hissed.

Cali’s jaw dropped open. “That’s none of your business,” she replied in outrage, “and how the hell did you know?”

Alice shook her head “You’re glowing orgasmically. It’s disgustingly sweet. And Kent looks ridiculously relaxed and possessive.”

Brushing her best friend away and flushing a little, Cali pretended to look for her salad tongs. “Mind your own business.”

“Fine,” Alice grumbled. “Don’t tell me all the dirty details.” She paused for a beat. Then added, “It was rear entry, wasn’t it?”

Cali almost strangled on her shock and indignation. “It was not.”

Alice chuckled maliciously. “Don’t lie to me. He has that macho glint in his eyes. I’d know that look anywhere. I’m an anthropologist, remember? And mating rituals are one of my specialties.”
― Zannie Adams, Renaissance

“Oh no, honey, I'm an angel, I swear. The horns are only there to hold up the halo.”
― Suzanne Wright, Feral Sins