Let him try to take on Torpedo Ink. He’ll realize he has a tiger by the tail.
They’d been children, but they’d been lethal. Now, as adults, they were even more deadly.
You’re kind of a caveman, sometimes, Stefano. But it’s sexy. Really, really sexy.
She was just so afraid of being hurt. Or hurting Ice. She had failed at everything she’d tried in her life. Ice was... extraordinary. Amazing. Worth something.
Vittorio Ferraro was the most extraordinary man she’d ever meet and she would forever regret being a coward if she didn’t give what had been growling between them a chance.
You chose me, Soleil. I chose you. Let’s make this work.
She didn’t want the mask he wore around others. She wanted the true intamacy he had given her, the real Vittorio, the real man. He had offered her that man and she’d been so afraid she’d rejected him.
Need me, Shea.” His voice ached with it. “Need me the same way I need you. I would give my life for you. Live for me. Find a way to live for me. Love me that much.
If you let yourself believe in me, I’ll take care of us. I believe absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, that you’ll take care of us just as well.
The bayou came out in her voice more than it ever had before, and it sounded like an invitation to spend the night floating down a lazy canal together under the starlit night.
Now there was Grace. An unexpected gift. She was far more than he’d ever fantasized about. She was courageous and beautiful. Intelligent and no pushover.
Claiming her as his. He was rough, demanding and possessive. He wanted her to feel his brand of love. Complete. Encompassing. Reverent. Carnal.
Stay with me, little one. I remained in this world because of you. You will have to be strong for both of us. Can you hear me, Raven? Do not leave me. I can make you happy. I know I can.
Breezy laughed and the sound went through him the way it often did, lighting his world. She sounded bright and happy and she shed that light on him. She took him right out of the violence, the blood and death and vile world he lived in to draw into the sunshine with her.
I’m not going to hurt you, Bree. I’d shoot myself in the heart before I’d do that again.
She was an intelligent woman and she wasn’t just going to hand herself over to him because she was tempted. He loved that about her because it meant when she did fully surrender, he’d earned it and he had a much better chance of keeping her when he had to tell her he was a shadow rider and what that meant for both of them.
She was purity. Goodness. Compassion. The other half of his soul. Light to his darkness. Everything that he was not.
He’d meant what he’d said when he’d told her he didn’t want to ever see her hurt or with tears in her eyes. He knew never was a long time, but he would still do his best to make that promise count.
I love that when I finally have something, it’s you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I’m going after that you know. Your heart. I want complete surrender from you. Nothing less will do.
They’d always kept eyes on one another. Always. It was Czar’s rule. Their rule. Their code. Their promise to one another. It was how they survived. But he hadn’t. He’d taken his eyes off Demyan and he’d died in the worst possible way.