Raphael's pleasure, his kiss, sent her over a second time....and it wasn't until they both stirred again that Raphael reached down and undid the strap of her knife sheath, putting it and the knife on the bedside table. "Beautiful as this sheath is," he said, touching the leather, "I much prefer the one which holds my blade.

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

There was a perfection to the moment that made Sienna think: Yes, this is it. This is who we're meant to be together.

Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.

Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.” Illium laughed at Galen’s instruction to “fly, little butterfly