Now more than ever I wish I had a cup of oblivion. But there is no mercy for the people who have left the darkness for the light. The darkness lingers until you stand naked in the light and let it fill you up, in every corner of your soul.
He should always wear jeans because they make him look hotter than a nebula. Black suits him too. It hugs to his muscular vales and swells, turning temptation into sexy man therapy.
He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.
The activity has pumped out his chest and hardened his abs, and I can't believe I'm even noticing or appreciating it. His smile is naughty, the muscles in his shoulders thick and ripped, undulating with his movement when he adjusts his position for m...
Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.
He gives me one of those twinkling stares. His eyes coalesce and fragment color, glinting specks of midnight purple and an electric blue, when the light catches them just right. Straight on they look like indelible pitch, well deep with secrets and p...
I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.
I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard.
Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine
she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels
How awful is it to be sane enough to be fully aware of the day you realize you are completely losing your grasp on reality. I'm crazy. Not just a little bit, but rubber room ready out of my mind fucked up.
He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian outback.
You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission.
Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.
He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.
It's a heady aphrodisiac being exposed to his unique voice when he adopts that tone. His voice reverbs on a bunch of notes simultaneously. It's the first thing you notice about Ryan, his voice sounds like an orchestra playing a symphony composed by a...
I'm not a man easily moved to displays of emotion, but tonight I am weak, I am vulnerable. It must be from being inside her, so close to her, breathing in her pain, and love, and light, and blossoming vulnerable beauty
Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.
