Up ahead about two blocks, a massive figure stepped out into her path.
She halted. Took a deep breath. Felt a prickling in her eyes.
On the breeze drifting down to her, John's unmistakable bonding scent was a dark spice that wiped out the stink of the city and the wretched sting of her unhappiness.
She started walking toward him. Fast. Faster...
Now she was running.
He met her halfway, falling into a jog as soon as he saw her pick up the pace, and they slammed into each other.
Hard to know whose mouth found whose, or whose arms were cinched tighter, or who was the desperate one.
But then, in this they were equals.
Stichwörter: john-matthew xhex
Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.
J.R. WardStichwörter: tohrment tohr no-one
Holy hypixia, Batman
J.R. WardStichwörter: humor
Word of advice. These have a kick, so don’t suck too hard—”
Holy hypoxia, Batman.
As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, "I'm still in love with him."
Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. "I know. You thought you weren't?"
As if that were rather stupid of him.
"I'm so fucking tired of it. I really am."
"That I believe."
"Im so fucking..." God, those sounds, that muted pounding , that audible confirmation of what he had been ignoring for the past year--
On a sudden wave of violence, he pitched the brandy snifter at the marble fireplace, shattering the thing.
"Fuck, Fuck!" If he'd been able to, he'd have jumped up and torn that goddamn cocksucking light fixture off the goddamn cocksucking ceiling.
Stichwörter: blay lover-reborn blaylock saxton qhuay
Some things are destined to be- it just takes us a couple of tries to get there.
J.R. WardThe rejection didn't faze him. "Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.
J.R. WardMary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.
J.R. WardNo podía recordar exactamente cómo había entrado en su apartamento, o lo que le había dicho. Pero todo lo que habían hecho en posición horizontal era endiabladamente vívido.
J.R. WardVoy a pasar eso por alto, Z. Pero sólo porque sé cuánto te gusta que te golpeen, y no estoy de humor para hacerte feliz.
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