Wheeling around, he went blindly for the doors, messing up the piles, nearly knocking himself over on the coffee table.
Saxton got there first, blocking the way out with his body.
Blay's eyes locked on the males face." Get out of my way. Right now. You don't want to be around me."
"Is that not for me to decide."
Blay shifted his focus to those lips he knew so well. "Don't push me."
"Or what."
"If you don't get the fuck out of my way, I'm going to bend you over that desk of your-"
"Prove it."
Wrong thing to say. In the wrong tone. At the wrong time.
Blay let out a roar that rattled the diamond-paned windows. Then he grabbed his lover by the back of the head and all but threw Saxton across the room. As the male caught himself of the desk, papers went flying, the confetti of yellow legal pad and computer printouts falling down like snow.
Saxton's torso curled around as he looked behind at what was coming at him.
"Too late to run." Blay growled as he ripped open his button fly.
Falling upon the male, he was rough with his hands, tearing the the layers that kept him from what he was going to take. When there were no barriers, he bared his fangs and bit down on Saxton's shoulder through his clothes, locking the male beneath him even as he grabbed those wrist and all but nailed them to the leather blotter.
And then he pushed in hard and let out everything he had, his body taking over .. . even as his heart stayed far, far away.
Stichwörter: alpha blay saxton
There was a soft chiming sound, which meant, tragedy of tragedies, the angel had just popped himself up onto the countertop. “So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silence. Or, no…you’re mixing it up. Brooding with soulful intensity, right? What a fucking wild child you are. Whoo. Hoo. Next thing you know, you’ll be opening for Slipknot.”
With a curse, Tohr stood up and went over to turn on the shower, hoping that if he refused to look at the loudmouth, Lassiter would get bored more quickly and move on to ruin someone else’s afternoon.
Stichwörter: black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward slipknot lover-avenged tohrment tohr lassiter
Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.
J.R. WardStichwörter: vishous
—Estaba muerto hasta que me encontraste, aunque respiraba. Estaba ciego, aunque podía ver. Y entonces llegaste tú… y estaba despierto. (Zsadist, Amante despierto)
J.R. WardEl otoño es mi estación favorita del año —dijo él al cabo de un rato—. No es que yo esté tonteando o algo así… pero me gustan las hojas cuando se tornan rojas y anaranjadas. Son hermosas a la luz de la luna, pero más concretamente, se trata de una transformación imposible. El verde de la primavera y el verano son sólo una sombra de la identidad auténtica de los árboles, y todo ese color cuando las noches se vuelven frías es un milagro cada vez que pasa. Es como si compensaran la pérdida del calor con todo su fuego. Me gusta el Otoño… —(...)—. Tú eres así. Eres hermosa y ardes llena de colorido, y ya es hora de que salgas a la luz. Así que digo… Autumn.
J.R. WardHonestly, what the hell is destiny going to want from me now?”
“The same as any endeavor. Blood, sweat, and tears.”
“That’s it,” Tohr said dryly. “And here I was thinking it could just be an arm or a leg.
I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of
me.
Stichwörter: lover-mine
I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine
Next time say my name. You'll come more
J.R. WardThe collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him.
"What," she whispered, palming his face.
Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello.
Stichwörter: vin marie-terese
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