Shelli

“And what is love, Angel? What is love! he yelled. Is it a pressure inside that makes me want to scream when you do this? he palmed his chest roughly, Is it my body in constant chaos when you're around me? Is it murder in cold blood when I even think of you being with anybody but me! he roared. Or maybe it's not being able to think or speak when your life is in danger, or wanting to spend every second - of every - fucking day with you, wanting to never leave your side. Is that love? Is it, Isadore? He drew closer and hit his fist repeatedly against his chest. Is it pain so hard and heavy that I can't fucking breathe unless I smell you, touch you, taste you? His body heaved as his bright green gaze seared her heart. Because if it is, Angel...he held his lips together and shook his head slowly, then I am....slain with an eternal and violent love for you.”
― Lucian Bane, The Judgement

“Holy Kama Sutra Batman!”
― Lora Ann, Branded

“Who do you think taught me the tricks of the trade, so to speak?” I paused. Then, suddenly, it all became clear. “OMG!” I looked directly at Even. “You’re the Master?” He bowed his head. “That’d be me, sister dear.” Beyond dumbfounded, Nik leaned down and queried, “You’ve heard of him before?” Renée answered, “Who hasn’t? He’s known in at least six States.” Still, I sat there with my mouth gaping open and stared in shock. Alex added, “Yes. It’s questionable if the clubs are legal.” Even fired back, “That’s what I have you for. To make sure I toe the very gray line.” I finally found my voice. “So, you’re the teacher?” I”
― Lora Ann, Branded

“The gut wrenching howling as they informed me, “dead on arrival. Baby could not survive outside her mother’s womb.” Every finite detail of the worst night of my life played through my mind in HD Technicolor. Somewhere in the haze between past and reality, I heard a soft voice. “Nik? Can you hear me? Come back, you’re scaring me,”
― Lora Ann, Branded