In her lived an innocence of soul of which she seemed unaware.

He hugged her again, before she could put some distance between them. Then the most sneaky wolf in the den lowered his voice and whispered, “But you’ve got an advantage, sweetheart. You’re already in his head. And you know how to mess with it.

Why is it”—she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower—“that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?” A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. “Because I'm a smart man.

An hour of your life is worth more than a thousand people to me.

Push me and I will. I’ll get punished, but you’ll still be dead.

Your name is written on my heart, Lily

I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.