J.R. Ward

Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like."Qhuinn started to shake his head. "No...I don't think_""Yes"After a moment, Qhuinn slid both his hands up Blay's thick neck and captured the male's sturdy jaw in his palms. "You sure?"When Blay nodded, Qhuinn titled his friend's head back and to the side and held it in place as he slowly closed the distance. Just before their mouths touched, Blay's eyelashes fluttered down and he trembled

I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile.Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

The thing was, the places of your life, like the clothes you wore and the car you drove and the friends and associates you had, were a product of the way you lived.

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male.She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they__ been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting.It wasn__ the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs.__od, I miss you,_ he said in a voice that cracked. __very night. Every day_

The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

True enough. I say this all the time.Trez looked at his hands. __ didn__ ask for this.___o one asks for life._ The executioner hiked iAm__ body up higher. __nd sometimes they do not ask for death...

And why had those prayers been focused heavenward? Well, it kind of made sense, didn't it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above.

Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of triesto get there.

As he shut the door, he was painfully aware that they were each talking about their young--only Wrath's had four paws and a tail.Least he didn't have to worry about George succeeding him or being blind.

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something." She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated." His head snapped back on his spine. Well... then. Okaaaaay.

Gentlemen,_ the king called out, __nd ladies, First Meal is getting cold._ Which was the cue for everyone to head back to the dining room and actually eat what had been only studiously ignored up until now. With Payne safe and at home, appetites were free to roam once more . . . although as God was his witness he was not going to think about what the hell that surgeon and his sister were no doubt about to get into. As he groaned, Jane tightened her arm around his waist. __re you all right?_ He glanced down at his shellan. __ don__ think my sister is old enough to have sex._ __, she__ the same age you are._ He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first? Yeah, only one place to go for the answer to that. Shit, he hadn__ even thought of his mother in all this. And now that he was . . . he had absolutely no desire or interest to pop up there and announce that Payne was doing great, fuck you very

God, now she knew what decent men felt like, the disquiet before taking someone for their first time.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.(Dark Lover)