Robin Mitzelos

“You want it, boy?" He pulled his prick out of his jeans.

"God, yes. That's why I'm here."

"Good." He left his jeans open, left his prick hard and pushing out. "Come on. Shower."

"Turn around." He wanted to see it. Griff went a deep red, but the man turned to show the weird, stylized whip branded into one ass cheek. Groaning, Brian reached out and touched it, traced it with his fingers. He'd done that. He'd marked his boy.

"You still clean?" Brian kept rubbing his prick back and forth across Griff's hole.

"I am. I couldn't... I couldn't get it up with anyone else."

"Good." He grabbed the shampoo and poured it over his fingers.

"Was not. You fucked me up"

"We fucked each other up." He was not in this alone.

He couldn't wait to be inside Griff again. His wild, desperate baby boy. His fingers traced the brand on Griff's ass. His. All fucking his. Marked permanently. And Griff had let him do it. The man knew it was true.”
― Sean Michael, Breaking Cover

“I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“I will not fall in love with you," she said. "I can't let myself. I won't."

"That's all right. I'll love you enough for the both of us.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“One more thing."
"What."
"I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on....I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward."
"Fucker."
"To the end.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unleashed