I’m glad she’s so smitten with her new huntsman boyfriend and all, but venison-wurst? Gag me with a harpsichord.
I was hoping to find a way out of here and instead found you.
In truth, Liesel was a prisoner too, just held by different kinds of bonds.
What Hans had intended to end at a simple kiss quickly escalated into something neither one of them seemed able to stop.
You are such a kind and caring man, and so sizzling hot and studly. Please, please don’t go nutty on me.
No amount of wavy blond hair nor evenings spent with her plump lips applying just the right amount of pressure to his various pleasure points could make up for the rotting carcass of a soul that resided beneath all that beauty.
He met each newly exposed piece of flesh with a tender kiss, remembering how he’d dreamed of doing exactly this on the very first night he’d seen her.
The candle’s flame washed her in a sensual bath of pulsating light, and Hans became entranced by the soft glow upon her skin.
He’d only ever seen her twice, only talked to her once, but as he now gazed upon her, he realized that he’d missed her all day long.
Nobody knew exactly how the zombification process worked, and there were as many different strains as theories.
In you, she saw hope.”“You mean she saw his next meal.
Son of a Merryweather, he’s a lot stronger than he looks.
