Well, what did you think it was gonna be? From Sleepy Hollow Dreams, of course.
(And trust me, it's not all that easy finding six sentences I can actually reprint here!)
This was no demon. This was the dream man she craved, whose body she was addicted to, taking her to the edge of madness. She kissed the blade of his sharp jaw, the side of his neck, sucking his hot skin against her teeth and wrenching a groan from him that sounded so erotic, she liquefied. He tasted like salt. He tasted like sin. He tasted like ecstasy.