Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.
He smiled, so sensual and beautiful, it was another form of bliss just looking at him.
He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.
I’d gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins.
First bubble baths. Now Disney parks. You're shattering every creep vampire myth I've ever heard.
Bones smiled. “Oh, grand. Going to make me beat the truth out of you? My favorite way to work.