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Gideon: I can't think. I can't work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try... I'll do whatever you want, whatever you need. Anything. Just take me back.
Eva: Do you want me, Gideon? Gideon: More than my next breath. You're an addiction... my obsession... Gideon: Doctor, the only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us. Gideon: It turns me on when you challenge me, Eva. It makes me want to fuck you for a very, very long time. Gideon: I'm going to do whatever the hell I want with melted chocolate and your body because it'll please me and that will please you. I say when. I say how. Repeat that. Gideon: You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva. |
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"And soon you'll be my wife to have and to hold"
"To love and to cherish" "With my body, I will worship you" |
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“Oh, fuck the paperwork”
“I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.” “He's naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.” |
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Gideon: I can't think. I can't work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try... I'll do whatever you want, whatever you need. Anything. Just take me back.
Eva: Do you want me, Gideon? Gideon: More than my next breath. You're an addiction... my obsession... Gideon: Doctor, the only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us. Gideon: It turns me on when you challenge me, Eva. It makes me want to fuck you for a very, very long time. Gideon: I'm going to do whatever the hell I want with melted chocolate and your body because it'll please me and that will please you. I say when. I say how. Repeat that. Gideon: You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva. |
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“Oh, fuck the paperwork”
“I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.” “He's naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.” |
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"And soon you'll be my wife to have and to hold"
"To love and to cherish" "With my body, I will worship you" |