I’d relived enough terrible events happening to cautious people to know that prudence wasn’t a guarantee for happiness.

He f**ks even better than he looks”, I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn’t care; I was pissed. “And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don’t you worry.

Then I went to the morgue and saw that those bones weren't yours, heard your voice again in my head" -his eyes closed- "and once more, nothing else mattered.

Or for the gorgeously bare vampire to give her a sensual massage while feeding her peeled grapes.

Revenge was the emptiest of emotions. Apparently it motivated people to do the stupidest things as well.

Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.

How about I let you floss with my jugular as well?