I don't try Sin. I do. Remember that.

All I ever had before you was nightmares. But now I dream. Because of you.

He wouldn’t take anything from her ever again. But from this point on, he’d give her whatever she wanted. Which was easy, because what she wanted right now was an orgasm.

leave it to him to get messed up with deaths little girl

Wraith shoved his hands in his jeans' pockets. "How long before we consider you overdue and mount a rescue party?" "Never." Reaver shrugged into his shirt. "If I don't come back, it is because I'm either dead or in a situation that's too dangerous to get me out of." "Oh," Sin said brightly-and sarcastically. "You mean like the situation Harvester is in." Seminus demons were annoying no matter what gender. "Yes. Like that." She punched him lightly in the shoulder. "Good. Glad we're clear. Try to come back soon or we'll come after you.

Besides, there wasn’t a breed of succubi out there that didn’t steal something. Whether it was your seed, your soul, your life-force, or your heart, they sucked something out of you and rarely gave back. Sin definitely did not strike him as the giving kind.

I could say I think coulds are pretty, and you'd say they're only pretty to demons.