He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.
Poppet
Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine
paranormal-romance vampire-romance
She shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels
Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.
He gives me one of those twinkling stares. His eyes coalesce and fragment color, glinting specks of midnight purple and an electric blue, when the light catches them just right. Straight on they look like indelible pitch, well deep with secrets and primordial darkness.
How awful is it to be sane enough to be fully aware of the day you realize you are completely losing your grasp on reality. I'm crazy. Not just a little bit, but rubber room ready out of my mind fucked up.
He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian outback.
You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission.
Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.
It's a heady aphrodisiac being exposed to his unique voice when he adopts that tone. His voice reverbs on a bunch of notes simultaneously. It's the first thing you notice about Ryan, his voice sounds like an orchestra playing a symphony composed by angels. It's most distracting until you grow immune to it, and now I'm back to completely infected with the Ryan voice virus.
I'm not a man easily moved to displays of emotion, but tonight I am weak, I am vulnerable. It must be from being inside her, so close to her, breathing in her pain, and love, and light, and blossoming vulnerable beauty
His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am.
I'm the riddle you have yet to solve
She's so caught up she's unaware she's no longer the prisoner here, I am
Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing.
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