Obviously, I need to study princesses further.

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.

These predators loved with wild fury, but they were also darkly possessive, crossing the boundary into what humans might term obsession.

Tell her we don’t bite.” “I don’t lie to my friends.

As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.

I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.' 'I won't let you fall.