“Somehow, I knew, just knew, deep in my gut, where certainties held the most sway, that I would never have enough of her.  I was lost.  I was found. I, James Cavendish, unrepentant dominant, sexual deviant, and prolific slut for more years than I cared to count, was in love. I'd taken her virgin body, but just as surely, she'd taken my virgin heart.”