Evil had a scent, bitter and pungent, like the scorched earth after a forest fire. I’d been living with the stench long enough to recognize it anywhere.
He kissed my lips, his skin warm in spite of the cool winter wind whipping past us. His whisper would have been lost on me before, but now I heard every word. “What do you want, Raven?
He had the body of a god and a Southern drawl that made her toes curl.
I stared up at him, trying to memorize this moment. Every sensation. Making love on a mountain in the moonlight, under the galaxy of tiny lights. Wild and free. And deep inside me my wolf howled, claiming her one true mate.
You taste better than bacon.
I’d like to get to know you better.
This zipper only comes down for you.
You’ve got an empire to run, I’m just your arm candy.
I put what was left of the ice cube into my mouth. Her lips parted, watching my every move. I didn’t hesitate, diving back in to feed on my mate, my tongue cooling the fire and heating her desire all at once.
Maybe I better shower with you.” She bit her lower lip. “For safety’s sake.
If I’d learned anything about this woman it was that she looked like heaven, but she could make you hurt like hell.
Let’s laugh and love until the world ends.
I’ve waited my entire life to find you, and I’ll protect you, or die trying.
Love isn’t always pretty, and it’s usually during the ugliest moments when you discover just how strong it can be.
He dropped his hand, taking a step back. “I’m sorry that you think I make you weak. I have no doubt, although you make me frustrated with worry sometimes, that being near you makes me strong.
You’re the fairy tale I never believed existed.
Kissing her was like breathing, like her lips were the oxygen I needed to survive. How had I lived so long without her?
Our voices blended into a melody I never could have imagined – a union I never realized I wanted.
I sat on my stool and popped a lukewarm fry into my mouth, suddenly feeling very self-conscious, like the entire bar had just witnessed an intimate moment I’d never intended to share.
Love doesn’t make things easy. It makes them worthwhile.
You make me want things I can’t have.” He tipped his head slightly. “I was hoping you wanted me. And you can definitely have me, Annika.