Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.
J.R. WardMots clés xhex
I judge you not by the sex of whom you love... but by how you love them.
-Layla, page 306
Rehv swooped down with his long arms and gathered her up against him, tucking her with vital care to his chest. Ducking his head to hers, his voice was deep and grave.
"I never thought I would see you again."
As he shuddered, she lifted her hands up to his torso. After holding herself back for a moment...she embraced him as fully as he did her.
"You smell the same," she said rought, putting her nose right into the collar of his fine silk shirt. "Oh...God, you smell the same.
Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?"
Vishous to Butch
Mots clés black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward vishous butch lover-revealed vutch
Let me kiss you.” Qhuinn groaned as he leaned in. “I know I don't deserve it, but please ... it's what you can do for me. Let me feel you....”
Qhuinn's mouth brushed his own. Came back for more. Lingered.
“I'll beg for it.” More with the caress of those devastating lips. “If that’s what it takes. I don't give a fuck, I'll beg...
She wanted to walk into a crowded restaurant where a man would look up and take her into his arms with his eyes. She wanted to know what it was like to feel that she was beautiful to someone and had been eagerly waited for
J.R. WardMots clés an-irresistible-bachelor
The Maker was a genius, he thought. Infinity resulted in insolence. But transience was the way one treasured what one had been given.
J.R. WardStraightening up so the full force of that cold blast hit him square in the face, Qhuinn glared into the rush, picturing those pines ahead that he couldn’t see because his eyes were watering from the wind. Opening his mouth, he screamed bloody murder, adding his voice to the maelstrom.
Godd*mn it, he wasn’t going down like a pussy. No ducking, no pathetic oh-please-God-no-saaaaaave-me. F**k that. He was going to meet death with his fangs bared and his body braced and his heart pounding not from fear, but from a whole boatload of . . .
“Blow me, Grim Reaper!
Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.
J.R. WardMots clés vampires zsadist black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward bdblover-awakened
Please, if you would," the butler said, "no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone?" -Fritz
J.R. WardMots clés fritz black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward bdb dark-lover doggen
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