Forgive me-he mumbled against her lips. Please. Forgive me for what I'm going to do to you. ~Shade

Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.

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.

Horror Hotel, as wraith called Shade's house. "Vampires, demons, and werewolves check in... and then they make out, and-

I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.

I hate you.” “I know,” he whispered. “Kiss me.” He didn’t hesitate.

Mine. You're mine, Sin. No one else will ever touch you, do you understand? You belong to me. You'll bond with me. ~Con