Sofia

“Then I hope you won’t take offense when I say that proper young ladies really don’t go about punching unsavory characters in the nose in London.”

“Oh, Aunt Caroline, proper young ladies really don’t do that sort of thing in Boston, either.”
― Julia Quinn, Splendid

“I warned you that I’m having a difficult time being a gentleman. Should I assume you’re provoking me on purpose?”
― Tessa Bailey, Protecting What's His

“So you know what your punishment is going to be, sweetheart? I'm going to make love to you. Slowly. Hell, it might take me until tomorrow. I'm going to lose count of how many times you come. And every time you do, I'm going to tell you that I love you. Until you fucking get used to it.”
― Tessa Bailey, Protecting What's His

“That earned him a chilling glance. “Do you want her?” Devon asked brusquely. West was baffled by the question, which seemed to have come from nowhere. “Want her? In the biblical sense? Of course not, she’s a widow. Theo’s widow. How could anyone…” His voice faded as he saw that Devon had resumed pacing, his expression murderous. Thunderstruck, West realized what the most likely reason was for all the free-floating hostility and high-riding tension between Devon and Kathleen. He closed his eyes briefly. This was bad. Bad for everyone, bad for the future, just bloody awful compounding badness in all directions. He decided to test his theory in the hope that he was mistaken. “Although,” West continued, “she is a little beauty, isn’t she? One could find all kinds of entertaining uses for that sweet mouth. I wouldn’t mind catching her in a dark corner and having some fun. She might resist at first, but soon I’d have her writhing like a cat —” Devon lunged at him in a blur of motion, seizing West by the lapels “Touch her and I’ll kill you,” he snarled.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake