Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.
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Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.
paranormal-romance vampire-romance
Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.
Kissing her again, softly, I leave my t-shirt next to her pillow. It's the silent promise that I'll come back again tonight.
So many people talk about the Golden Gate bridge, but I would bet they haven't seen the new Sava River Bridge. It has long metal ropes suspending it, like a gigantic angel's harp waiting for god's fingers to reach down and pluck the first chords, to send a vibration of relief and love into the heart of Belgrade.
He's as tall as the door, and I'm standing here without remembering the walk across the shadowed parking lot. When he turns to face me the world grinds into slow motion. Even my heartbeat draws out interminably.
A man who is obviously too handsome for his own good smiles at me. His eyes are mischievous, as if he's harboring wicked thoughts and is tempted to subject me to them.I hold his dark gaze for a moment too long, and then pin my focus back on the
What's it like feeling the smooth heat of that arm, tracing the supernatural muscles bunched in his arms and chest, teasing anyone with a pulse and hormones to lick their way down the divots and planes of that skin, to unbutton the leather shielding his body and taste all the way down to that silver buckle on his belt.
With a laugh exposing a kissable mouth and perfect teeth, he glances my way again, his entire demeanor tensing for a second, those dark eyes finally promising more. They haven't just licked me, they've broken my legs, turned my hips inside out, and sucked my nipples so hard I swear to god they are no longer on my body.
Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.
This time you aren't escaping. It's time for a heart transplant.
The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.
In my darkest hour she answered my call without resentment or guilt, without hesitation
I've known you forever, and you are only just remembering me.
Look into my eyes and deny me.
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