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1 " No rhythm, just Levi slamming into him, and Van taking it. “Want you to feel me.” Levi’s mouth was at his ear, breath harsh, loud, broken. “In your fucking chest. When I come inside that ass, you better taste it on your tongue. "
― Avril Ashton , Scars and Secrets (Loose Ends, #1)
2 " Oh God. Fuck.” He yanked on the back of Levi’s jeans. “Come. Please. Please.” Otherwise he might die from it. He might run mad from that insane kind of pleasure. He might lose himself. But not before he felt Levi flood him, soak him, fill him. He clenched. "
3 " Don’t mind me,” someone said from far away. A familiar voice. Was that…Syren? "
4 " Motherfuck!” Van was the one to shout that, right? Because it sounded like Syren had the same reaction. "
5 " Going down this time. The fucking irony. "
6 " They’re monsters, Reg. My mother. My father.” He swallowed, eyes burning as he watched the agony play across the sleeping Donovan’s face. “And I’m theirs. I’m their monster. "
7 " Little lies,” Reggie said sotto voce. “Little lies, they turn into big lies. And those big lies, they become wrecking balls.” He swung a leg off the sofa bed, got up and towered over Israel, face expressionless. “I don’t care why you lied, Is. I care that you thought it was okay. No big deal. "
8 " He licked his lips, tasted Van. Wiped his face, smelled Van on his fingers. Levi stopped, braced against the side of the building and stuck those fingers into his mouth. Sucked on them, wanting more. He needed more. So why the fuck was he walking away when Van was back there, inside that building? "
9 " Someone told me recently that a second chance doesn’t come around a third time. "
10 " I missed you,” Levi told him again. “I forgive you.” Donovan’s exterior cracked then, and he sorta slumped against Levi who grasped him around the middle, held him upright and made sure their faces were close, gazes connected when he said, “I love you. "
11 " Never thought I’d be happy again. Happy is you. Love is you. You are the things I feel that make me smile. "
12 " I love you. Obsessively.” Van grinned. “In a million insanely possessive, jealous and blood-thirsty ways.” His grin widened. “Be my husband. Again. "
