And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?" "Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?

You're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.

"Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.""Better yet, why don't you just kiss me..."

Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.

Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are." -Butch and Marissa

Layla brought her arms around herself, no doubt because she was remembering the feel of another, stronger set. "I have wanted to, but he holds back. I hope...I believe it is because he wishes to mate me properly first, in ceremony." Payne felt the awful weight of premonition. "Beware, sister. You are a gentle soul." Layla got to her feet, her smile now saddened. "Yes, I am. But I would rather my heart be broken than unopened and I know that one must ask if one is to receive.

What... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.