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“And then," Darren continues dizzily, "when we've come, I'll keep you open with my fingers, keep you loose, and when I'm ready, I'll take you again.”
― Dominique Frost, The Price

“What I want is to tie you up and blindfold you and make you learn my touch, so you can't come with anyone else touching you, can't sleep in the dark without remembering my hand on you." Javier's voice drops even further, hushed, secret, only between them. "What I want is to ruin you for anyone else, shape you into something only my hands can hold.”
― Dominique Frost, In the Blaze of His Hungers

“Now go to sleep. I'll wake you up when I want you."

"Should I just sleep with my legs spread or what?”
― Dominique Frost, The Price

“Stephen's face in the extremity of climax was a thing of such perfection that Anthony wished to commit it to memory before remembering, with a strange sort of wonder, that he need not commit it to memory, that it was something he might have at any time, that it was his for life.
That Stephen was...his.
For life.”
― Dominique Frost, The Bitter Rednesses of Love

“Okay. Oh-kay.

Re-cap. He just had a man come in his mouth. He liked it. He may be embarking on anal sex, soon, if he was reading the subtext right.

Options: stay or leave.
Pros of staying: first experience with anal sex.
Cons of staying: first experience with anal sex.
No, no. That isn't right.
Pros of staying: first experience with anal sex.
Cons of staying: not being able to face Pete the next day. Maybe ever.
The thing about sex, though, as Ryan is discovering, is that it's a goddamn persuasive motivator. It fucks with people's minds.”
― Dominique Frost, In the Blaze of His Hungers

“It was mad. It was inconceivable. Anthony began to detect in himself the symptoms of a disease he had sworn never to acquire--lovesickness--and thus berated himself for a clodpoll to so fall into the gilded trap.”
― Dominique Frost, The Bitter Rednesses of Love

“No obsession is worth its salt if it does not consume the obsessed.”
― Dominique Frost, The Bitter Rednesses of Love

“We didn't have sex."

"What?" Cale blinks at her.

"We just talked."

Talked. Like...talking? "That isn't a euphemism for some complicated sex act I don't know about, is it?”
― Dominique Frost, The Price