All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle Iโd just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that Iโd also signed myself up for disaster, but I didnโt care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us.
Richelle MeadI wanted him. I arched my back, fully aware of how vulnerable that made me and that I was giving him an invitation. He accepted it and laid me back against the table, bringing his body down on top of mine. That crushing kiss of his moved from my mouth to the nape of my neck. He pushed down the edge of my dress and the bra strap underneath, exposing my shoulder and giving his lips more skin to conquer.
Richelle MeadThe answer came to me before I'd even finished asking myself the question. I couldn't be Mason's girlfriend because when I imagined someone holding me and whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.
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