" His lips were my own personal hell.  They were either his biggest lie, or his greatest betrayer.  Every kiss he’d ever given me, when we were in love or in hate, told me how he cared.  Told me how he longed.  Craved.  Pined.  Mourned.  Despaired.  Told me he was as desperate for me as ever. "

― R.K. Lilley , Breaking Him (Love is War, #1)