Candy

“- "Why don't you like to be touched?"
- "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“He turned his head and caught her with his eyes. She froze, locked by the intensity of his stare. His eyes were stark and cold, the concentrated green of pale jade. Outlined in smudged black kohl, those eyes focused on her, unblinking through the feathery strands of his jet black hair, and it was like being watched through a cage by a complacent and calculating cat.

Discomfort welled in her, thick and black as an oil spring. Who was this guy and what was his royal problem? Her gaze flicked briefly to the small metal loop that hugged one corner of his bottom lip.

He blinked once, then slowly lifted one hand and crooked a beckoning finger at her. Isobel hesitated but then as though spellbound to obey, she found herself leaning in.

“What are you staring at?” he whispered.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Besides, if one little kiss makes her a slut, I'd hate to know what that makes you.”
― Kelly Oram, Being Jamie Baker

“Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal