The dungeon image helped. "You need to let Maximus go," I stated, my voice stronger now. "No. Wine?

Wasn't it time she risked getting hurt again, instead of just accepting the numbness of never letting anyone in?

Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?

Odd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.

I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers.

Oh, yes, that feels so good," I moaned, and instead of punching Ian, pulled him closer. Breath tickled my neck as he laughed. "I know. I'm truly gifted.

What had started out as a game was now an open challenge, as well as a direct threat. Any further action would bear results, it was clear from the way his gaze smoldered into mine. In that way, it was like an optical erection.