Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?
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When you know who I am. Let me be your man.
Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.
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I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.
Barrons was powerful, broodingly good-looking, insanely wealthy, frighteningly intelligent, and had exquisite taste, not to mention a hard body that emitted some kind of constant low-level charge. Bottom line: He was the stuff of heroes. And psychotic killers.
Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD.. But you didn't even try.
Details matter, it's worth waiting to get it right.
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I see God in a sunrise, not in repetitious ritual.
Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it. I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out.
You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
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And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her
You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?
If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.
Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.
Had he stood outside my door as I'd stood outside his, fists at his sides, lips drawn back? Did it have him as bad as it had me? Was it eating at him, gnawing at him with the same sharp vicious little teeth that wouldn't let me sleep? Yes, it was. I could see the rage of insatiable uninvited lust in every line of that dark, stoic face that had once been too subtly etched for me to read. I wasn't the only one lying awake at night, fevered with memories, tossing, turning, soaking my sheets, burning up--not for Fae sex, but him, damn it all to hell, him.
Was that the sum total of my exsitence? I didn't get the erudition of 'I think therefore I am.' Instead I got 'I am, therefore I want to fuck Jericho Barrons.
Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.
Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me, and, if his tongue was a little rough sometimes, it was worth it to walk beside the king of the jungle.
Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.
I close my eyes and ride the mindless bliss. It's all I can do. Be. Feel. Live.I'm again.I always will be with this man.
Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.
Everything is important- that success is in the details.
Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.
Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.
If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.
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