Vela

“Riley."

Kisses on her cheek, along her jaw. "So, how many brat-lets do you want?"

"As many as it takes to drive you insane.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“You trying to make me crazy?”
“Everyone needs a hobby.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bees and he told me about the butcher and my wife.”
― Rodney Dangerfield

“A hand in her hair, wrenching back her head. "What's my name?"

She scratched trails down his back. He didn't even wince. "My name, kitty. Say my name."

"Mr. Mud Stick, Muddie for short," she said, even as she rubbed herself against the hard thrust of his denim-covered erection, the roughness of the fabric an exquisite sensation. She would've liked naked skin even more, but he wasn't budging.

"Say it, or no cock for you today."

Her mouth fell open. "Fuck you."

"You'll be doing that shortly.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire