You are blood of my blood and you will answer to me when I command.

She exuded sexuality almost tangible, like ink obscuring the waters around the octopus before it strikes.

He knew that if Michelle entered into the walls of the Vatican, she’d corrupt every single clergyman within, causing them to forsake their vows in trade for a few moments with her. With one glance...

Run, Torak! The bear…is…possessed…

Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure.