He’d never been a believer in fate, but the last twenty-four hours were making him wonder about a lot of things. The one thing he knew without any doubt or reservation was that it was impossible to leave Victoria’s side. ‘She’s everything to me. My life. My world. Without her, life has no meaning.

This someone you were talking with wouldn’t be that Frost fellow, would it?” Ewan’s crisp accent floated into the kitchen like a brisk breeze. “The last thing you need is to be talking to that moronic jackass.

I'm being quite reasonable, Sophie. We love each other, and I'll be damned if I let you toss that away. You're right, we might not be youthful lovers, but by God, I don't want any other woman in my bed but you. We're not old yet, but I want to grow old with you. And while I'd be proud and delighted if you bore me an heir, it doesn't matter to me if that never happens. I'm not giving you up. Not for money, not for an heir, not for age, not for anything.

Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?""That brandy you had before we left home has dulled your senses, Devlyn.However, I appreciate your gallantry.""Haven't you learned by now, that I'm far from gallant? A rake rarely is.

Exaggeration is for the timid, my dear Sophie, and I'm far from timid. But be assured of one thing.When I take a bite out of you, and I will." His lips brushed over hers in a feathery caress. "I promiseyou'll never forget my doing so.

You're wicked through and through."He leaned into her, his nostrils picking up her musky scent. "Tell me the truth. You love it when I'mbeing wicked. You like the danger and excitement of it all."She opened her mouth quickly in an attempt to deny his statement, but he simply stared her intoadmitting the truth. "Yes. Yes, I like it when you're being wicked.

The late afternoon sun illuminated the room with its brilliant light, but Tobias knew he would spend the rest of the day and night proving his love. But it would be the nights and days that followed this one that would continue to mend his soul. He’d won the biggest prize a man could ever win. The heart of a woman who possessed the strength to make him believe in himself and the ability to save him from his past. She was the mistress of his soul.

Amusement made her blue eyes sparkle as she smiled up at him. Her hand moved slightly until one beautiful breast was exposed to him. The air left his lungs then returned in a rush. "You, sweet witch, are playing with fire," he whispered hoarsely. "Perhaps I should help you put it out.

I'll be hurting elsewhere in a moment if I don't get you into bed right now." He chuckled as he laid her on the mattress. One hand clutching his robe, she tugged him downward. "Then touch me, Nicholas. Make me burn like you did a few moments ago. I want you touching me, sucking on me...I want you to fuck me until neither one of us can move." "Christ Jesus," he rasped at the lust echoing through her words.

You look delectable no matter what you wear...or don't wear." The suggestive words made her cheeks burn, and she jerked her gaze up to meet his. Amusement and a wickedly seductive flame flashed in his green eyes as he stared down at her.