Patrick's handsome face descended toward mine. He stopped when he was just a whisper away. "You have a beautiful mouth."
God, he was magnificent. Such harsh, sensual beauty. The luck of genetics and vampirism and gym time? Who knew?
He watched me watching him and I knew he was probably in my head, listening in on my thoughts, my confusion. He grinned, just a little, and I knew that rotten, ugly, fat troll was reading my mind.
He laughed, unrepentant, and his breath plumed my lips. How the hell did he do that? How could he pretend to breathe? Or better yet, why did he pretend to breathe?
Mots clés i-m-the-vampire that-s-why
Do you see why we must bind? I wore the chains for you, céadsearc, because I almost mated with you that first night… I have not taken from you because I burn for you… I wanted you to have a choice. Every day that I am near you… every day that I share your thoughts… it becomes more difficult to resist you.
Michele BardsleyMots clés i-m-the-vampire that-s-why
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