He leaned over and kissed me. A long, deep kiss filled with promise and passion. I loved the way he kissed me. Like he was drinking in the taste of me and still coming back thirsty.
Did you really think I’d ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.
I love you, Kitten. There’s nothing on this earth or under it that can change that.
I love the Underworld movies because the vampires arent automatically evil, yet neither are they basically humans with fangs.
We had to play the hand we were dealt, all of us. Fighting the battles we could win.
Some things are worth the cost of their consequences.
Survival first, then heartbreak.
I am offering you a real commitment – a place in my life forever. Even if our relationship ended, our tie to each other never would. Let me make you a vampire, Leila, and watch decades slide by like days while you’re by my side.
Have your boyfriend add therapy bills to my expense tab.
How could you be nervous about asking me to marry you, Bones? I’d die for you. Why wouldn’t I want to live for you as well?
I didn’t understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.
Since this was a formal undead gathering, there would be food – all kinds – drinks, dancing, and festivities, while those in power pondered whether or not to slaughter half the people around them. In other words, like a high-school prom.
How could I possibly keep my cool while getting sweaty with him? What if I screamed out something horrifying, like “I love you?” What if I had an epileptic attack and started drooling or spitting right in the middle of things?
Of course he wouldn’t hesitate before trying something that had never been done before. He was Vlad Tepesh. How could he fail?
Wasn’t it time she risked getting hurt again, instead of just accepting the numbness of never letting anyone in?
If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.
He had black hair anybody could see was dyed, and even had one long piece wrapped around his head in that way some men did to fool no one into believing they weren’t bald. I resisted a sudden strong urge to tug away that piece and scream peekaboo! at his bare crown underneath.
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.