He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.

...you don't care because you're all that and I'm just an artery in a dress.

He leaned over and kissed me. A long, deep kiss filled with promise and passion. I loved the way he kissed me. Like he was drinking in the taste of me and still coming back thirsty.

I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed for an instant before Vlad bit into his wrist, pooling up two deep crimson holes. “Then come,” he said, holding it out. “And taste mine.

I’d heard Bones threaten to beat someone with their own limb before, but I’d always assumed that was a figure of speech. Apparently not.

Only fools pity survivors their scars and you should never kowtow to fools

Family is always irreplaceable, even when they’re also irreconcilable.