38 Quotes by Kristin Miller

One taste wouldn't hurt anything."You're not Little Red anymore," Drake said, his voice scratchy and deep, sounding strange to his own ears. "I'll only eat you if you ask me to.

I feel warmth brewing inside you. I think you pretend to be cold so no one gets close.""You're close now," he said against her lips."I am." Her breath hitched as her gaze drifted down his chest. "And I like what I feel.

If I knew I was never going to see you again, I'd choose to die tonight, with the taste of you still on my tongue, the feel of your body still on my hands, and your scent lingering in my nose, than live another day without those things.

Drake couldn't hold back, not now. Not when the pressure in his chest saw this tight. "If I knew I was never going to see you again, I'd choose to die tonight, with the taste of you still on my tongue, the feel of your body still on my hands, and your scent lingering in my nose, than live another day without those things.

Mine."Why are you looking at me like that?" Emelia's plump lips quirked."Like what?""Like you want to eat me."Ah, hell.

Forget me tomorrow. Hell, forget me tonight." Shivers danced over Emelia's skin and she closed her eyes. "But kiss me now.

She could hear his heartbeat clearly, its gentle thump-thump beating against her cheek. "It calls for you, you know," he said.

If I ever fall in love with a werewolf," Veronica said, as she stared at a drunken wedding guest being escorted out of Seward Park, "shoot me." "Famous last words.

If she was as hot as Heather always insinuated, it wouldn't have been months since the last time Veronica rolled over and fetched a bone.