Hurry," she breathed. Man, talk about pressure. He was supposed to get it up while demon hordes were trying to kill him, and Satan himself was knocking at the door.

Raynor slapped her so hard her teeth rattled and eyes stung, but she refused to react except to say saucily, "You must have heard how I like foreplay." "I hope you like it a lot, because with your mouth, you'll be getting it nonstop." "Goody," she said dryly. "Because I so love a man who needs to prove his masculinity by beating on women. Do you hit children and kick cats, too?

This is'nt like , vampire gay, is it? ~Kynan

You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.

You know I could crush you." "I know you won't." "Why, because I need to protect you?" "No," She poked him in the breastplate. "Because you gave me a pillow.