Would a dead man touch you like this?
It took Celine a.
Beware, lion’s lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you.” “Devouring me?” she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. “What if I devour him first?
One body, one breath, one love, united against any force that would tear them apart. Defiant in the face of time, fate, death, destiny.
The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...
He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one.
That when you have something important to do, you should simply do it. Because fear is a useless emotion that doesn’t change anything.” She rested her cheek against his chest. “And life is too short and too precious to spend any of it being afraid.