Slave to Sensation

Sometimes I remember that I can't always protect those I love." Under his fingers, her hair was soft and silky. She didn't try to tell him that he wasn't God, that he couldn't protect everyone. He knew that. But knowing and believing were two different things. What she did say succeeded in stopping his heart. "I wish you'd love me." Why?" Because then maybe you could protect me, too" Haunting sorrow whispered through her tone.

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.

The woman rolled her eyes. “DarkRiver males are damn possessive and complete exhibitionists during the mating dance.” Sascha ran through her dictionary of changeling terminology and could find no fit. “Mating dance?” Mercy whistled. Dorian winced. Tamsyn suddenly got interested in her dough. Clay and Vaughn mysteriously disappeared. Behind her, Lucas’s body was a hard wall of heat. “I think we need to discuss this upstairs.

An hour of your life is worth more than a thousand people to me.

She wished he’d stop touching her. Not because she didn’t like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.

You know I'll never say no, and Nate's so dedicated, I think he loves our alpha more than me." "I resent that," Nate grumbled. "I might love football more than you, but definitely not Lucas's ugly mug.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

I wish I’d been born in another time, another place. Then maybe I could’ve escaped fate… maybe I could’ve been your darling.

I'm doing this for Toby and Marlee, not you." The defiant words were directed at Hawke. The alpha gave her a mock-salute. "Heaven forbid you do anything because I asked you to.

Repite una mentira mil veces y la gente terminará por creérsela, aún a riesgo de perjudicarse a sí misma

I couldn't sleep." "Bad dreams?" "No dreams." It was a husky whisper. "That was the problem.

Sascha era un arco iris dentro de él, una fontana resplandeciente de una belleza tal, que Lucas se sintió bendecido por tener la posibilidad de verla. Por un instante sus mentes fueron una sola y vio cuán desesperada, salvaje e irracionalmente le amaba Sascha... lo suficiente como para romper su promesa, para elegir morir a fin de que él pu¬diera vivir. Sascha vio hasta qué punto la pantera la adoraba, que su corazón latía solo por ella y que la vida daría paso a la muerte después de que ella se hubiera ido. La bestia estaba furiosa con ella por intentar arrebatarle a su compañera y el hombre lo estaba aún más, pero bajo toda esa ira había deseo, necesidad, amor. Un amor tan intenso y abrasador que no tenía principio ni fin.

I’m possessive and I’m territorial. Can you handle that?