She’s not going anywhere,” Sabin said. Lord love domineering men. Sometimes.
Hello, hello, hello. You’re here. You’re finally here. I’m Beast, though I prefer Bea. Guess what? I’m yours, and you’re mine.
The harder you fight, The more you bleed.
Don’t mess this up. “So, uh, I would hate if you reached into my pocket.” There was a suspended beat of silence. Then a dry, “I don’t think so.” “I don’t have a present for you.” Interest lit her dark eyes, but she remained still. Even suspicious. “The present wouldn’t happen to be a hard cock, would it? Because if it is, I would have to return it. Minus a few inches.” His.
Jessie Kay had once briefly considered thinking about exercising along with Monica’s video. Then she’d found a bag of Kit Kat Minis and the insane idea went back to hell where it belonged.
I may not be a doctor, but I’ve watched every episode of House. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.
If you’d rather not go with me, I will completely understand and won’t hate you for more than a day. Maybe two.
I’ve known him a long time. I admire him. Hell, I might even love him. He helped me when – well, he helped me, and I owe him. He never lies, never plays games. He always says what he means and means what he says. And he has made it clear you’re off-limits.
You speak as if I actually have a soul. As if mine wasn’t ripped from me by lies and betrayal.
Don’t worry. I know she’s your sister. I’ll treat her right. In bed and out. I’m willing to listen to any objections you may have, though. No? Nothing? Okay, then.
But truth was truth, and like any apex predator, it could defend itself.
His heart beat with renewed determination, as if the organ had come back to life, even though it had never died. As if it said, I’ve been waiting for her.
Every cell singing, begging for a rush of sensation only the press of male hardness against female softness could give.
With Torin stretched over her, his weight pinning her down, his heat and scent surrounding her, she was utterly consumed with pleasure. It saturated her bones, submerged her mind, tickled her every cell. She was alive with decadent sensation.
Grinning, Atlas followed her inside. He liked this softer side of her. She stood in the center, twirling, clearly trying to take everything in at once. He’d spread furs on the floor and had even carted a small round table here and piled it high with her favorite foods. There was a porcelain tub already filled with steaming water, rose petals floating on the surface. Never let it be said that the Titan god of Strength did not know how to romance a woman. Nike’s.
No. Dang him, no!
Please,” she cried. “Please.” A fierce roar split the night, shaking the ground, rattling the trees. Suddenly Maddox was beside her again, drowning out the voices. “Foolish Bait,” he spat. More to himself, he added, “Foolish warrior.” Crying.
Humans needed love to survive. Love was sustenance. Love was life. The more she poured into others, the more others could pour into her.
But then, I deserve to lose you. For years you took care of me like a mother takes care of her child. You sacrificed for me. You loved me when I was unlovable and helped me when I scorned you. Saying thank you a thousand times wouldn’t be enough. Saying I’m sorry a million times might be a start.
I’m married, yes, but not for long. This girl will be getting a speedy annulment.” Another step. “No need. I’ll make you a widow.