How do you control your telekinesis while intimate with your mate?””I broke a damn lot of furniture at the start, including two beds.” A curious glance. “What are you doing?””Traveling around the world.

So says the woman who tried to kick my balls into my throat,” he pointed out, even as he licked the salt off the skin of her neck in a lazy and highly provocative move.

You can deduct it from my slow and painful death.

Because it’s beautifully explosive, just like my X.

Flirt with him if you want, Honor, but you’re mine.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I’ll never recover. What Rissa’s death did to the boy I was? You have the ability to do...

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

But it was the dark hunger in his tone that got to her. Damn kinky vampire had actually liked the knife.Shit.

Since Sienna was in an unusually cooperative mood, the session went well. He was returning from it midmorning – after a short detour – when a small naked body barreled into him in one of...

Once, he hadn’t been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn’t touch her.

—Sé quién eres —replicó, sosteniéndole la mirada—. No van a espantarme tus “imperfecciones”. —Una húmeda película empañó los ojos de Sophia, volviendo iridiscente aquella negrura—. Tú y yo encajamos —susurró contemplando sus ojos atormentados—. Dos...

I want no blood from you–not until we’re both sweaty and naked and you’re screaming my name.

Not in this lifetime.

When you’re talking loud enough to wake the dead?” She swore she could feel steam coming out her ears.

I’m no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I’d know how to fix you.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

We’re all as susceptible to the lure of power.

For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He’d been wounded far,...

It’s fixed. As long as you don’t mind more than a few scars.

I do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.

Testosterone.