There's only one thing I know for certain anymore." He turned, his eyes a clear black. "That I would do anything for you, even if it means going against my instincts or my very nature. I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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Sure thing, Gumdrop.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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I'm yours, if you'll have me.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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He bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. "I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get." His mouth pressed to my skin, took on a devilish curve. "Lets get out of here. I'm taking you back to my place, this time for good. We have unfinished business, and I think its time we do something about it.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?

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His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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