Holy cow, Draden. You should be outlawed. If those guards were women, you would just have to look at them like that and they’d worship at your feet.
She was strong. She had embraced his world. His soul was intact, and that mattered to him. Living mattered to him.
Women were different. They no longer were satisfied having a man care for them. He has no idea to do with a modern women. Contemplating his demise seemed much wiser than trying to understand the reasoning of a present-day woman.
There was always a trail, skin cells, a scent, thermal imaging, parts left behind that the riders called prints. Sometimes those proved helpful when tracking an individual, especially if they were fresh.
Beloved. Heart of mine. I know you are weary. Forgive me. I cannot let you go. There is no other for me. You can do this – for me. For us. Fight for us, beloved.
Wariness crept into her eyes, into her expression. Her tongue touched her bottom lip, that full bottom lip he wanted to bite. He dreamt of biting it. Now it was going to happen.
She probably should have been afraid of him, but he brought her such a sense of well-being that fearing him was impossible.
His smile was warm, impossible to ignore, and did something to her insides, making her feel happy. Happiness wasn’t something she was used to feeling and it shocked her a little.
I love everything about you. I told myself that was what it was. All those parts, separately that I loved them. I watch you. I’m inside your mind. I see who you are. I’ve decided it isn’t about loving everything about you. It’s simply about loving you.
We’re celebrating tonight,” Ricco said, raising his glass. “To our Francesca. May she be followed by the right ones in a very timely manner.
He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful.
I don’t want the world, Draden. I just want you. Here. Now. Whatever we’ve got in the time we have left.
Already he knew she was the one he wanted, and it had nothing to do with their shadows coming together.
He didn’t want to take over her life, he wanted her to surrender it to him. Invading her privacy was far different than her volunteering to tell him what was going on in her life.
No, baby” – he leaned close again – “I’m threatening to lock you in a house with our son until you come to your senses. I told you, he isn’t going to be raised with one parent.
These are men like us with nowhere to go. They need what we have to survive. A brotherhood. A family. They need a leader. They need Torpedo Ink.
Her scent enveloped him, drove him wild. Temptation and sin were wrapped around this exotic creature and he was falling over the edge fast.
He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn’t imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility.
Excitement had her blood rushing through her veins and her heart beating wildly. That was it. All of it. He made her feel alive. Every second she was with him, no matter the emotion. She felt intensely alive.
Control is an illusion, Steele. I learned that a long time ago. It doesn’t matter who appears to have it. We really only can control ourselves. We have choices. You were my choice.