You Two Are A Match Made In

I Want You To Go Back To Tucson And Bring Me The Bottle Of Tequila I Keep In My Liquor Cabinet. And Don't Scare Tim." Volusian Remained Motionless In That Way Of His. "my Mistress Grows Increasingly Creative In Her Ways To Torment Me." "i Thought You'd Appreciate It." "only In So Much As It Inspires Me To Equally Creative Means To Rip You Apart When I Am Able To Break Free Of These Bonds And Finally Destroy You." "you See? There's A Silver Lining To Everything. Now Hurry Up.

Roza, My Self-control Is Ten Times Stronger Than Yours." I Opened My Eyes, Shifting To Look Into His. I Brushed His Hair Back And Smiled, Certain My Heart Would Expand And Expand Until There Was Nothing Left Of Me. "oh Yeah? That's Not The Impression I Just Got." "wait Until Next Time," He Warned. "i'll Do Things That'll Make You Lose Control Within Seconds.

He Was Almost Naked Too, But I Hadn't Quite Gotten To His Boxers Yet. (they Were Silk Because, Honestly What Else Would Adrian Wear?)

Morois Are Born..but Strigois Are Made..!

His Eyes, I’d Long Since Discovered, Could Be As Eloquent And Expressive As His Pen. The Messages They Sent Me Now Hardly Seemed Decent For A Public Setting.