Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.
As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.
I could kiss you forever," she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. "I love feeling you against me." "You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.
You," she managed to say hoarsely," are a very bad kitty cat.
She crushed it, telling herself she was going to add Big in front of her Idiot tattoo.
There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)