Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living.

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.

I’ve had reports of this one being in the city, but no close-up pictures till now. He’s some kind of pretty. I could just take a bite out of that firm—

The scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

Raphael lifted a finger, tracing it over her cheekbone. She flinched. Not because he was hurting her. The opposite. The places he touched ... it was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. A single stroke and she was embarrassingly damp. But she refused to pull away, refused to give in." (page 33 , Gollancz edition)