She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.
I look at you, and I see the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Inside and out you are beautiful. I know you better than anyone else could ever know you, because I can see into your thoughts and read your memories. The very light in you, our tremendous capacity for loving, humbles me.
We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.
He worked at stealing her heart to replace the one she’d taken from him.
Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.
I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.
I have to figure out why I worked at a job I hated for years. I have to find out why I can’t see what everyone else sees in me. I don’t feel beautiful. When I look in the mirror, I never saw beautiful. For this to happen to someone like me, it’s devastating, Jonas. I don’t want you to think it’s vanity, it isn’t. I can’t see me and I need to be able to do that. I need to find out what I’m like and what I want. I have to be comfortable in my own skin before I can be in a relationship the way you want.
He was desperate for her to see inside, to look past all the layers of darkness and find that part of him she’d touched. The part that needed her to save him.
God. He was beautiful. A beautiful, troubled man forged by the fires of hell, ravaged by monsters.
He kissed her with everything he was. Man. Beast. Killer. Biker. Hers. Every cell in his body belonged to her.
You know, my love, you are not responsible for my happiness, or even my health. I’ve had a choice every step of the way, from our very first meeting. I chose you. Clearly, in my heart and in my head, I chose you. If I had it to do all over again, even knowing what I would have to go through, I would choose you without hesitation.
I told myself one night would be enough and I’d walk. Maybe I could have then, but I was fooling myself. I’m halfway in love with you and you’re pulling me in deeper.
The true power lies with you.
Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when you’re murdering someone.
There was a moment of silence. Something velvety brushed along the walls of his mind. A caress. The beauty of it was in such stark contrast to the ugliness of the torment he suffered. He felt her there with him.
There it was, that note that told him in a minute the balance of power would shift from him to her, although, truthfully, she always had it. She just didnt know it.
One of us needs to know how to talk. I’m good with a gun, I think you should take up talking.
Draden drank in his surroundings with both appreciation and sorrow. The beautiful path led to a village that should have been thriving. Instead, it was now a path to certain death.
She’d learned to live in the present a long time ago, to enjoy every moment she had. Time was a luxury, something she knew she could run out of very quickly, so she made sure each minute counted for something.
Baby you’re reading the situation completely wrong. I know you don’t need saving. I do. I need you to save me.