Claire Taylor

“I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it.”
― Dianna Hardy, The Demon Bride

“We have choice,” she insisted. “This is it. We don’t get to choose our choices, Gwain, we just get to make the ones we’re given...”
― Dianna Hardy, The Demon Bride

“You are old and grey,” she teased.

“And you’re never too immortal for a spanking,” he shot back...”
― Dianna Hardy, The Demon Bride

“God damn it, don’t you do this. You have no idea how badly I want you right now. I’d love nothing more than to bury myself inside you, and feel you lose yourself around me as you scream my name; the very idea of fucking the woman I love, finally, after ten thousand years – of having you feel just what it is you mean to me – is so hard to bear I’m all but fallen at your feet. But I’ll be damned if it happens here of all places. I’m not going to screw you in Hell, Mary. I gave in and took your blood, and God knows you have the power to bring me to my knees, but when I love-fuck you, I want to do it in my home. So do you think you could humour me just a little longer?”

She gaped at him. “Did you just say, ‘love-fuck’?”
― Dianna Hardy, The Demon Bride