Always Practice Safe Hex

What do you think, Vi?" She smiled wide with a lascivious look. "You had me at werewolf wet t-shirt contest.

What kind of man is he?" "Super dark and broody, And delicious." She had no idea.

You want the monster," he grated, a foreign wildness in his voice. "You're going to get him.

What's this?" I raised our laced hands. His onyx eyes flickered to me and held. "You can let go if you want." After a few seconds, I whispered, "I don't want to.

Also, loquacious?" I arched a brow. "Trying to impress me with your big vocabulary?" "Since you're unwilling to check out my big cock, I thought it second best.

You look like a naughty waiter," I remarked with a smile. "You look like my delicious dinner." His dark gaze was in fact eating me up with relish.

He was a grim. An unknown. And his aura made me want to be very, very naughty. With him. My desire was so blood-burning, throat-choking intense that I feared what would be left after that kind of love affair was all over.

We may be rivals, Lavinia. But it doesn't make me want to fuck your brains out any less.

Are you the spiderman?" I asked, our breaths mingling, mouths inches apart. "No, Lavinia." He shook his head then dipped closer to me. I was sure he would kiss me, but he skimmed his nose along my jaw until his lips brushed my ear. "You are," he grated, biting my lobe. "And I'm so fucking caught in your web.

You wanna know what I was just thinking?” “No, Sean,” snapped Violet, still pacing. “We don’t want to know what you were thinking.” “I was thinking about pussies.” “Sean,” warned Nico. “No, seriously. People use the word pussy to insult someone for being weak. But pussies are strong, man. They can take a pounding all night. They can squeeze out a baby the size of a watermelon. But you just graze a nut sac and a man is down. We should be saying, ‘Dude, you’re such a ball sac,’ when we want to call somebody out for being weak.

You’re good with emotions,” I said as I snapped a few shots. “Tell me, can someone really desire their enemy? Enough to want to have sex with them?” “Of course,” said Clara. “The Viscount Who Loved Me.

All the while, Gareth’s focus hadn’t moved from me as he continued to “sing” the aggressive mantra about a guy wanting to get into a girl’s pants. By the time he got to the part about needing just one fuck, I was squirming in place, turned on beyond reason. Still, I didn’t break away from him and he didn’t move an inch. Until Gano’s voice got soft, leading to that hard sexy line. That’s when Gareth moved one hand from his knee up his thigh and cupped his obviously hard package in his pants, all while singing about being between my thighs.

Gareth.” She clenched her fists in my shirt. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Despite her words, she pulled me closer till my chest brushed hers. “Us messing around during the campaign.” Right as her hips rocked forward against my palm, I gave her another petting stroke and then removed my hand back to her hip. “Take the time you need to settle this in your mind, Lavinia,” I told her with sincere earnest. “But know this. I won’t stop until I have you in my bed.

If I got angry every time a man was condescending to me with sweetie, honey, baby, or any number of belittling names to knock a woman down a peg, I’d be nothing but a ball of rage. Now let’s get back to business.

People use the word pussy to insult someone for being weak. But pussies are strong, man. They can take a pounding all night. They can squeeze out a baby the size of a watermelon. But you just graze a nut sac and a man is down. We should be saying, ‘Dude, you’re such a ball sac,’ when we want to call somebody out for being weak.

We may be rivals, Lavinia. But it doesn’t make me want to fuck your brains out any less.

We’re rivals,” she stated flatly, obviously trying to keep me at bay against her body’s own will. She might not realize it, but I could smell her arousal from here. I leaned closer, planting one hand on the booth above her head, the other on the table, caging her in. She didn’t move, even while her pulse quickened. I eased my lips close to her ear, inhaling her painfully hypnotic scent. “We may be rivals, Lavinia. But it doesn’t make me want to fuck your brains out any less.