Aimora

“With a soft, pained laugh, Somers kissed him back and then pulled away. “This is it, right?” “What?” “Love. This is what it feels like.” “This is it.”
― Gregory Ashe, Reasonable Doubt

“Are you going to hurt me?” Noah asked, voice almost hopeful. Adam scanned his face for a long moment. “Probably, yeah. But you might like it.”
― Onley James, Unhinged

“Break me... and put me back together bright.”
― Cole McCade, Backdraft

“I know it’s wrong,” Somers said with a sigh. “I know it shouldn’t be so hot. The whole bad-boy-robot-serial-killer thing you do sometimes. It shouldn’t be such a fucking turn-on.”
Hazard cocked his head. “I don’t see why not. Evolutionarily speaking, we’re programmed to respond to evidence of high achievement in potential sexual partners, in hopes of passing those traits to our offspring.”
“That’s right,” Somers said, reaching down to adjust himself and grinning as they pulled into the broken asphalt lot of Slick’s. “Talk dirty to me.”
― Gregory Ashe, Police Brutality