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1 " Her scent wrapped around him—something soft. Feminine. Probably one of those lotions that human women were always using. He rather…liked her smell. What was it? He inhaled again.Apples and…lavender. A nice blend.Only…there was something more. A deeper, richer scent that was pulling at him. Drawing him closer to her.Tempting.“Are you sniffing me?”He stopped.“Because that is some weird serial killer shit if you’re doing that. Don’t make me go for my gun again. "
― Cynthia Eden , Bite the Dust (Blood and Moonlight, #1)
2 " Sometimes,” she confessed as she stared at him, totally nude and vulnerable as she bared her darkest truth, “what I fear most is myself.” Trusting the wrong man. Not going for what she wanted. Letting life pass her by. "
3 " You don’t know me,” Aidan told her, his voice almost a caress. “You’ve never met me.” A real shame. Because he was sure that they could have enjoyed the hell out of each other. “Go back to sleep.”Her lips trembled. “But the monsters are waiting.”What? His gut clenched. “No monsters are going to get you. Trust me on that one.”The trembling left her lips, and for an instant, it almost looked as if she were smiling. “Silly…I don’t trust…anyone…” Her breath sighed out and her eyes closed.He smoothed her hair away from her face. Her wound was already healing. She was—“Uh, yeah, are you gonna hold her hand all night? "
4 " What was that about? Why did you kiss me?”Propping his shoulders against the door, he leaned back and let his gaze sweep over her. “I want to fuck you.”She stopped pacing.“I thought the kiss made that pretty clear.” He lifted a brow. “Was I too vague? Should I try again?”“You’re not supposed to say things like that.” Her voice had gone hoarse.She obviously had him confused with a human. Her mistake. “What am I supposed to say? That you’re beautiful? That you charm me? That I look at you and ache?” His laughter was rough. “Those lines are for mortals, not for me. That isn’t the way I work.”After drawing a quick breath, she took a step toward him. “How do you work?”“I’m a very primitive kind of guy.” That was the flat truth. “When I see something I want, I take it.”“I’m not something. I’m someone.”“And I’m not the flowers and candy type. I am the type who’ll give you so much pleasure you’ll scream until you’re hoarse.”She stared at him. “Got it. You’re the way too overconfident type. "