For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She’d seen them for a second, but it didn’t matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life.
Honey, he’s not worth it. No matter how much money he’s got, not matter how big a ring he puts on your finger, if he puts his hands on you, you should run the opposite way as fast as you can.
She belongs to Steele. She’s got a child. Steele’s son, so that woman and that boy are ours.
She hadn’t expected the intamacy of his voice in her head. It had a smoothness to it that gave way now and then to gravel.
Poetry in motion,” she murmured under her breath. She’d heard that expression, but now she knew what it meant, how the words could come alive with a man moving.
He held her, his arms tight around her, trying to tell her without words, that no matter what, he would be there for her.
He was hunting. She knew all about hunting. She lived by hunting. Now she was the prey. Something perverse in her loved that.
Czar, you’re the smartest man I know, and I respect you in every way, but that the dumbest thing I have ever heard. You leave your girl a note pinned to the bed, and you’re gone for 5 years. I can’t wait to meet this woman who stood by your ass for 5 years without one real word from you.
I’m coming for you and nothing will stop me. Not heaven. Not hell. I’m not leaving you in that place.
I need you with me, Raven. You chase away the shadows and lighten the terrible load that threatens to drown me.
She saw him, that man who kept himself isolated, so separate from the rest of the world. She saw him for who he was, and she liked him anyway.
His mouth came down on hers and then he was just possessing her. Taking her over. Leaving her with nothing of herself because she burned up in the fire he generated.
You think I was out here debating whether or not to end my life because I was wounded and in pain, but that wasn’t the reason. I had given up all hope of finding the woman meant for me. I was no longer certain I could endure loneliness without her.
He knew as much as he was deliberately seducing her, she was doing the same for him, although innocently. She wasn’t in the least trying and his body was already hers and always would be.
First game I win, I get your panties. The second game I win, I make you scream.
He worked well with the GhostWaljers, as a member of that team, but having Shylah as a partner was eye-opening. She seemed to anticipate every possibility as he did, and she took steps to protect him more fiercely than any person ever had.
Shylah’s soft laughter slid into Draden’s mind. Warm like honey, filling him up when he hadn’t known he was empty.
So beautiful.” He murmured the words aloud. He thought them in his head. Tucked them somewhere close. Her hair was beautiful, but so was her soul. That half she unknowingly held for him, it was beautiful as well. So much light in so small a package.
She didn’t want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He’d held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him.
The rest of my life isn’t that long, so I don’t know how big a compliment it is. One day? Two?” She rubbed her chin along his chest. “Stay humble, my man.