For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod's everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whimseys, and no more.
~ John Wilmot
You’re the shield, and I’m the sword.
~ Amanda Bouchet
It’s just you always…” “Run,” I finish for him… I gaze up at him. Soft light plays over his striking features – the hard planes of his cheekbones, his strong jaw, the slight hook in his nose. “I’ll still run, Griffin. The difference now is that I’ll run to you.” He looks at me for a long time, his gray eyes inscrutable. “You’d better.” I arch an eyebrow. “Or you’ll spank me?
I don’t know why it’s not universally acknowledged that looking back is a terrible idea. It only makes going forward that much harder.
Griffin leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble only I can hear. There are things I could boast about, but I'd rather show than tell.
Hades, Hera, and Hestia! Flynn curses, pointing up.What in the Underworld is that?A She-Dragon. Everyone turns to me, and as much as I love having four handsome men gape at me in stupefaction, right now, I could do without.
His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, You're living fire. I burn.
I want you. I need you. For as many hours as possible, I don't want to think about anything but you.
His gaze hits mine with the force of a battering ram. He looks… appalled. “I-I won’t do this. I can’t… be with you.
