How do you possibly manage to turn talk of an angel into something perverted?
Where did you think playing with angels was going to get you?
You might not believe in the devil, but do you believe evil lurks in this world?
Given his personality, I’d say exorcism makes perfect sense as a favored pastime.
She didn’t dare expose her heart the way she’d exposed her body.
It’s complicated. He’s not…' Human? 'He’s playing hard to get.
She stared stupidly into his eyes, thinking about how very much she’d like to make that noise again…with him.
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.
The Old Testament is actually pretty raunchy. You might enjoy it.
