Laya! I’m going to give you my baby. You hear me?

I think I look like a leopard,” she remarked, pulling back to inspect her spotted arms and legs. Then that mischievous smile blossomed over her gorgeous lips. “Want to play connect the dots?

Siena.” He repeated her name on a sigh as he swept her tightly against himself. Elijah had never known such elation as he had felt when she had said her words of love. All of the rest, the recriminations and sorrow, could not penetrate that feeling. He nearly squeezed the breath out of her as he tried to pull her deeply into his body. “I would think you would realize that I am too stubborn and far too egotistical to die without the satisfaction of hearing you tell me these things.

But who, he wondered in a moment’s panic as her nearing heat began to assault him, who enforces the Enforcer?

She had told him that she loved him. He had known that, but hearing it in the traditional phrase had affected him in new and blinding ways. Ways that made him believe that he could do anything. Anything she needed or wanted him to do. Because her loving him meant so much more than him loving her.

Damn. Not even joined yet and you’re already using the headache excuse.

Trust me, it takes talent to converse with a cat.

Whenever I see you, I am overcome with the urge to be rooted within you, to be buried deep so your body can nourish me.

You wanted to know my passions? Allow me to introduce them to you.

Don’t you know you take my heart with you everywhere you go?