If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.
He smiled, so sensual and beautiful, it was another form of bliss just looking at him.
I'm not fretting over control with you. You can have all of the command you desire as long as we're together. I'll just save my demands for the bedroom." I flushed. Bones just chuckled and brought my hand to his lips.
I’ve watched you barely escape death several times, and each instance killed me a little inside. They may be dormant now, but we have enemies both cunning and cruel. Knowing you possess the power to defeat most of them doesn’t threaten me, luv. It relieves me to my very core.
Be still my non-beating heart.
Classic line from Bones (vampire) to human who thinks human kind is ready for the vamps and ghouls to come out of the closet "The day your kind stops killing each other over skin colour or which God someone prays to, I might believe that".
How unconvincing. Try again.
I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed for an instant before Vlad bit into his wrist, pooling up two deep crimson holes. “Then come,” he said, holding it out. “And taste mine.
I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers.
There were words for what he meant to me, but if I studied every language ever spoken for the next thousand years, I still wouldn’t find enough of them to describe it.
Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest. “Luscious, aren‟t I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don‟t mind.
I know you think I was pressured into binding myself with you before, but that's not true,I always intended to marry you, kitten.
Bath toys are reserved only for the oldest, more lethal vampires.
Slumber party with Dracula, all things considerd why not?
I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.
Your mom can't hate a whole country because of one person!
The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat
Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy...
He leaned over and kissed me. A long, deep kiss filled with promise and passion. I loved the way he kissed me. Like he was drinking in the taste of me and still coming back thirsty.
Survival first, then heartbreak.
If you introduce yourself to anyone as Mrs. Dracula, I'll bite you in a manner you won't enjoy.
Lucifer’s hairy ball sack! You’ve become a morlock.
Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.
Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.
Since you and Crispin are now finished and I have a few hours to kill, how about that shag?” he asked with heavy irony. “Bite me,” I sighed, gathering up the pages. He winked. “Of course. My second-favorite thing to do in bed.
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