Frowning, she looked up. "You can't want to ravish me every time we meet."
Oh, yes, he could. Demon gritted his teeth...
My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all...All my heart has ever wanted is you.
Stephanie LaurensTags: love romance yearning dream need adoration longing
Just because I'm not forever by your side doesn't mean that's not precisely where I want to be.
Stephanie LaurensTags: love romance longing apart demon-cynster
She searched his face. "Why did you do this -- go to all this trouble, indulge in what I'm sure will prove a shockingly hideous expense?
He returned he gaze steadily "You like music."
It was that simple -- he let her read the truth in his eyes. Then she shivered. He reached for the shawl she'd left over her chair and held it up. She hesitated, then turned so he could drape it over her shoulders. Releasing the fine silk, he closed his hands about her shoulders; leaning closer, he murmured, "As with other pleasures, my reward is your delight.
I’m not a gentleman, I’m a nobleman, a distinction I suspect you understand very well.
Stephanie LaurensLove wasn't a happening one decided on---to indulge or not, to partake or not. To feel or not. When it came, when it struck, the only decision left to make was how to respond---whether you embraced it, took it in, and made it a part of you, or whether you turned your back and let it die.
Stephanie LaurensTags: romance
My heart only have one thought, one want. One néed. Despite all, in spite of all....All my heart has ever wanted is you.
Stephanie LaurensTags: inperational
You, me---we're not the same, but we---our lives---somehow fit together.
Stephanie LaurensTags: romance
At what age did men mature? If ever? And at what age did a woman cease having to deal with men acting as if they owned the right to lustfully indulge in a woman, be it with his eyes or hands?
There was more to a woman than a womb and breasts.
You also," he said, lowering his voice, "haven't yet
thanked me for saving you from sitting in the flower bed."
She didn't even look up. "It was entirely your fault that I nearly did. If you hadn't sneaked up on me, I wouldn't have been in any danger of landing in the weeds." She glanced briefly at him, a touch of color in her cheeks. "A gentleman would have coughed or something."
Vane trapped her gaze, and smiled—a slow, Cynster smile. "Ah," he murmured, his voice very low. He shifted fractionally closer. "But, you see, I'm not a gentleman. I'm a Cynster." As if letting her into some secret, he gently informed her: "We're conquerors—not gentlemen.
Tags: love conquerers
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