Sylvia

“He imagined another man kissing her, touching her, his fingers trailing across that fine, pale skin . . .

Then he imagined himself breaking the man’s fingers. One by one.”
― Anna Bradley, Lady Eleanor's Seventh Suitor

“Do you have any affections for me?" she asked boldly, as was her way, jutting her chin, and damn if she was not staring him down.
"No."
She flinched.
"What I feel for you is beyond affection. At the crest of each dawn I think of being inside you. I write and you crowd my thoughts. I sleep and you are the last person I think of, and damn me if when I wake, you are not the first person I fucking look for. I think that borders on obsession wife, not mere affection.”
― Stacy Reid, Wicked in His Arms

“Darling," he said, "I have only begun to love you.”
― Evie Dunmore, Bringing Down the Duke

“I did not expect anyone to be here," he said. "I thought you would be asleep by now."
She stared into his eyes for a long moment, hating how distant they seemed. "You've been swimming."
"Yes. And it did not work."
"What did not work?"
"I still want you."
Her heart was in her throat. She had not expected such honesty. "That is why you've been swimming ... because you desire me?"
"Yes."
"And is that so terrible?"
"Evidently."
She worked to contain her emotions. "Why?"
"I have never hungered for another woman the way I do you," he said. "I do not like it.”
― Stacy Reid, Wicked in His Arms