I want to be inside you so badly, Grace,โ he whispered. โI want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin.
Sherrilyn KenyonAnd you, Kibbles, had better lay off me. One more growl and I swear Iโm going to geld you with a spoon. (Zarek)
Sherrilyn KenyonAnd I donโt want his body touching something I wear. Heโll contaminate it. (Sasha) Oh, good grief, Sasha. Grow up. Youโre four hundred years old and youโre acting like a whelp. Itโs not like he has cooties or anything. (Astrid) Yes he does! (Sasha)
Sherrilyn KenyonThen why are we being shot at? (Syd) โCause the sonofabitch canโt tell time. (Steele)
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