You sure about this?" he asked in a guttural voice. "I get down on that mattress right now, I'm not stopping until I'm inside of you.

I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing

She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.

Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

Besides, the mhis that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus.