Brie.

“You wanna know what I was just thinking?” “No, Sean,” snapped Violet, still pacing. “We don’t want to know what you were thinking.” “I was thinking about pussies.” “Sean,” warned Nico. “No, seriously. People use the word pussy to insult someone for being weak. But pussies are strong, man. They can take a pounding all night. They can squeeze out a baby the size of a watermelon. But you just graze a nut sac and a man is down. We should be saying, ‘Dude, you’re such a ball sac,’ when we want to call somebody out for being weak.”
― Juliette Cross, Always Practice Safe Hex

“Are you the spiderman?" I asked, our breaths mingling, mouths inches apart.

"No, Lavinia." He shook his head then dipped closer to me. I was sure he would kiss me, but he skimmed his nose along my jaw until his lips brushed my ear. "You are," he grated, biting my lobe. "And I'm so fucking caught in your web.”
― Juliette Cross, Always Practice Safe Hex

“You look like a naughty waiter," I remarked with a smile.

"You look like my delicious dinner." His dark gaze was in fact eating me up with relish.”
― Juliette Cross, Always Practice Safe Hex

“Also, loquacious?" I arched a brow. "Trying to impress me with your big vocabulary?"

"Since you're unwilling to check out my big cock, I thought it second best.”
― Juliette Cross, Always Practice Safe Hex