The Antiquarian’s Object of Desire: “Oh God,” she breathed. “You can just call me Caleb.”

In Stormy Weather: “Will that be weird?” “Why would it be weird? Because I ate you out?” “Jesus Christ.” “He’s not here, but you can worship me if you want.”

Night Call: “O-oh, God,” he moaned when Blake’s fingers returned to his hole. Blake smiled against his skin. “Not God, only me.”

Beach Read: “God,” he said, voice deep, raspy. I fought a smile. “Are you praying to me, Gus?”

Fourth Wing: “Oh gods.” “Which one are you calling out for?” he asks against my flesh. “Because it’s just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don’t share.” “You.” My fingers tangle in his hair. “I’m calling out for you.” “I appreciate the elevation to deity, but my name will do.”

Bears With Me: ”Oh god…” I groaned, every muscle in my body aching, but it was that good ache that came from doing something awesome. We had been doing something awesome for three days straight and right now I was starting to feel like the red haze was breaking. “You called?” Thorn appeared above me, his beautiful long hair all stringy now with sweat.

Scarred: “Oh my god,” she cries out, her body vibrating. Is it possible to be jealous of God? Because when his name leaves her lips, I want to slit my wrists and fly up to his kingdom, just to burn it to the ground. My hand cracks against the flesh again, harder this time, enraged that she would dare call his name when it’s me breaking her apart. Angry that she would think to kill me before she gave me the pleasure of diving into her sweet cunt one last time. “You say my name when you’re coming around my dick, ma petite menteuse. No one else’s.”

The American Roommate Experiment: “Oh God.” I moaned. And when he continued, I could only repeat my words. “Oh God.” I felt his hum fall on my skin. “Not God,” he said, before retracing my opening with his tongue. “Lucas.”