" Oh, God—” He cut her off, his mouth finding hers and taking her lips like he owned her. He kissed her with none of the awkward first-time stuff she was used to; there was nothing hesitant or polite or tentative at all: Isaac kissed her like he meant to have her, and she was ready to be taken. She’d never wanted anything this badly before. "

― J.R. Ward , Crave (Fallen Angels, #2)