If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.
You either trust me or you don’t. I’ve never let you down, and I won’t walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I’d like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks.
I was sitting cross-legged in bed, trying without success to pretend I’d misunderstood the image I’d glimpsed. Yeah, right. Because Vlad had been between my legs looking for a set of keys he’d lost.
People can perfect whatever facade they want, but everyone holds their sins close to their skin.
When you conquer something, it means you fought for it.
Any situation was better faced with an empty bladder, a clean body, and a lack of morning breath.
Beautiful and diabolical. You make me impatient indeed to claim you.
You should figure out who you are and what you need, and then don’t apologize for it.
He smiled, so sensual and beautiful, it was another form of bliss just looking at him.
Bubbles. On a scale of one to ten, a bubble bath has to rank zero as far as things I’d expect an older-than-dirt-badass vampire to indulge in. The only thing that would surprise me more would be if you pulled out a rubber ducky. -Kira to Mencheres.
I think Mount Everest is gorgeous, too, but that doesn’t mean I have any intention of trying to climb it.
If I’d known you were such a lush, I’d have given you the cheap stuff. Going to go out with a bang, are you?
Kitty need’s a tounge bath.
Or for the gorgeously bare vampire to give her a sensual massage while feeding her peeled grapes.
It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.
Dead or not, you must be bored with women telling you how you look like the hottest, most exotic wet dream they’ve ever had. No wonder the thought of you, grapes, and some scented massage oils crossed my mind – and if you drop that towel again, I’m going to need a cold shower.
Slash was about my height, and he used the alignment of our bodies to his greatest advantage. I let it go on for a few minutes. Right up until he unzipped his leather pants and pulled out Mr. One Eye.
Dave and Tate were dressed with equal heinousness. More black leather, chains, and whips. Either Don’s staff truly had costumes for all possible occasions on hand, or someone at wardrobe had a lot of explaining to do.
Nathanial can show me how to better control the change, but even so, you never have to worry about me turning into a cat again. Didn’t you know, I’m allergic to cats.
A hysterical human? Who hadn’t seen that before?