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“He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.”
“I want you too, so much, she whispered. He murmured in her ear, Then take me.”
“I want you too, so much,” she whispered. He murmured in her ear, “Then take me.”
“Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when youve existed for a long time in darkness.”
“Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.”
“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here. Unfortunately, he said as gently as he knew how, it would appear so.”
“Her music ran through him with electric energy, more joyous than anything he could remember and more painful than silver.”
“With her face tilted up to his, the subtle edge of moonlight touched along the edge of one high cheekbone, the tilted edge of one eye, and those beautiful, enticing lips. Obeying an impulse he coul...”
“He cupped her head with both hands. Youre full of your own kind of magic, and its much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.”
“Just when I was coping with the idea that Id necked with a werewolf, she muttered. Just when I was beginning to flirt with the idea of possibly possibly inviting sex with a werewolf. Im trying to i...”
“Giving her a slow, coaxing smile that turned the heat in the room up by a thousand degrees, he stroked her lips with the balls of his thumbs as he murmured, Can we get back to talking about possibl...”
“Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, Too much? Wasnt that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, Not enough.”
“I cant get enough of you, he said against her neck. When I walk away from you I feel like Ive cut myself off from breathing.”
“He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.”
“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” “Unfortunately,” he said as gently as he knew how, “it would appear so.”
“Just when I was coping with the idea that I’d necked with a werewolf,” she muttered. “Just when I was beginning to flirt with the idea of possibly… possibly inviting sex with a werewolf. I’m trying...”
“Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?” Wasn’t that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, “Not enough.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said against her neck. “When I walk away from you I feel like I’ve cut myself off from breathing.”
