He liked her little glare. It made him feel as if they were a couple who had been together for a long time and she felt comfortable with him. If he didn’t live through the following day, he had this with her.
She was inexperienced and she didn’t give herself lightly, but he could have her. He just wanted to be her choice.
Tempest liked the feeling of strength in Darius’s hand, the heat of his body warming hers, the easy, fluid way he moved with the suggestion of tightly leashed power. Most of all she loved the way his eyes burned possessively over her, the way his chiseled, perfect mouth tempted her.
I’m in love with you Ashe. I’m not offering you a lot in the way of white picket fences and social status, but I can tell you that I’ll love you with every breath I take.
It stems from hundreds of years ago, a law handed down in our family generations ago. The Saldi family in Sicily murdered the Ferraro family, killing as many members, men women and children, as they could. The decree that we don’t all gathering one place was passed down by those surviving that massacre. It was a long time ago, just history really, but we still abide by that rule.
Sorry, ma’am. We can’t let you do that either. He’s in a much better mood when he gets laid regularly.
Never think for one moment that you are not my choice. That you are not in my heart. I cannot see anything or anyone but you.
Above all other things, GhostWalkers were enhanced to be able to disappear into the night, fade into darkness and remain undetected by an enemy no matter how close they got to him- or her.
You are safe, Lorraine. You will always be safe from me. You are the one person in this world I could never harm for any reason. The things I told you about myself are true. I am Carpathian, not vampire. I hunt the undead.
You are now my family. Your brother and sister have become my family.
His strength was enormous, and so was the burning need to kill this man. He’d felt this way on more than one occasion. The drive was an actual need, like breathing, consuming him, almost taking him out of his body so that the rage was a separate entity.
He was a machine, not feeling the grueling effects on his muscles as he made the slow crawl between targets, but the longer he was in the field, moving from kill to kill, the more he felt eyes on him.
Tell me about yourself. Everything you can think of. Look only at me. Look into my eyes. See me. Only me.
He could keep her safe, make all her troubles go away. He could do that. He was that man.
He had to be a GhostWalker. She was looking at a legitimate GhostWalker. The real deal.
Think of me. Let me tell you who I am, what I am. What I need and want. I want to know everything about you and your family. Talk to me.
He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran.
Only you can teach me the right way to be part of something I have never had the chance to experience.
You love family and are loyal to them no matter the circumstances. I am the same way. I want that trait in my wife. I want that instilled in my children.
He remained silent, and the compulsion to look at him grew until she couldn’t stand it. Her gaze met his and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Those eyes were every bit as hypnotic as his voice.