He rose up and looked down at her. "If I'd known you were out there, I would've begun searching for you thousands of years ago." Her smile was soft and glorious. "That was the perfect response." "It's the truth.

I want to hear you cry out in pleasure again." "All you have to do is touch me.

Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light.

His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you.

No one will bother us now." She touched his lips with her finger. "I think I'll scream if they do." "Oh, you'll be screaming. That I promise you.

I could no sooner deny him that I could stop breathing.

If we continue, we die," Baylon said. Jordyn touched his face. "If I don't have you inside me, I die.

The only sound was the crackle of the fire as they looked at each other. Then his mouth was on hers, moving seductively. She returned his kiss, opening for him when his tongue swept against her lips. He enticed, he tempted. He tantalized, he seduced. And it was glorious.

They couldn’t turn back time. What was done, was done. He dropped his arms and lowered his head. Despondency filled him to the very brim. He was a dragon. A creature of magic and fire. A being that was lethal and dangerous. The Kings had forgotten that. All but one.