You are my mate, Ria. In my soul. You are my mate. ~ Mercury

I didn't promise I wouldn't break your tender heart, Mica. Protect it from me. Don't let me touch that part of you. Don't let me destroy both of us that way.

She cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual lifetime she had never known anything like it. Had never tasted such a dark kiss, one that warned her he had no intention of making allowances for sensual inexperience. He was hungry. Needy. And she was the meal he craved.

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain

Yes, he would be gone, but she knew now what it meant to love. She might not know what it meant to be loved, but loving was almost as good.

Because sometimes, a man could do nothing about where he came from, he could only control where he went

Sweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.