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I__ not letting you go, Fiona,_ he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven. And his. Only his. ____ not going anywhere.

Want to feel you come around my cock,_ he whispered darkly. __ant to hear you say you__e mine._ There was that bite of darkness to his words again.____ yours._ She could never be anyone else__. That was a fact she knew without a doubt. __ay it again._ He thrust harder. ____ yours, Ian.__e growled again, the sound as untamed as the male himself_

Moving closer, Dana cupped Aidan__ face in both hands. His jaw was as smooth as it looked. His skin warm. His eyes tormented. Her pulse picked up at the contact.

He's thought he was willing to do anything in order to get what he wanted, what was right for his kind. He'd been certain any sacrifice was possible.He'd been wrong.

It's daylight. Shouldn't you have burned to a crisp, or something? Don't you have to crawl into a coffin? Where do you keep it stashed, anyway?""I've never owned a coffin," he admitted, unable to hold back a smile.

All the better to bite you, my dear!

You think I__ a geek now, don__ you?_ he jested. She relaxed a little more. __o._ __irst I say fanny. Now this.__he smiled. __ctually, I thought your fanny was cute._ Her eyes widened. __he fanny,_ she corrected hastily. __ thought the fanny was cute. Your saying it, I mean._ He winked. __ prefer the first one._ She laughed. __ bet you do.

You don't just... just float someone in the air like that!" she shouted, so beside herself she was almost frenzied."Why? Is there some human law against it?

I was dying, I realized vaguely. There was no getting out of that. The vampire author would be drained dry by a vampire. It was almost a poetic way to go.

You're a rare breed, Richard d'Alencon."She didn't know the half of it.Unable to resist, he dipped his head and touched his lips to hers in a gentle caress.Her breath caught.Lightning struck.

Good things are worth waiting for.

She couldn__ walk away from him again. Her heart couldn__ take it and she didn__ think his could either. When she'd left him, it had been like cutting off a limb. And she had, essentially. Because Ian was a part of her, embedded in her skin, her soul.

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.- MATTHEW 7:15