Pray to whatever you believe in that they don't send the snakes.

It sucks. I think you'd make a pretty snake woman, but I'm not really into that kind of girl. Those pointy teeth and slitted nose. Their mindless need to kill..." He shuddered.

I'd like to see you dance around a caldron naked.

So, you're the Santa Claus of the magic world with a naughty and nice list?

Kissing her wasn't just a kiss. It was a full-body, mid-altering experience.

I promise if you come to my car I won't cuff you unless..." his voice dropped in a sensuous tone, "...that's what you want.

I want you in every way possible and in ways you’ve probably never even imagined. Your saving grace is I don’t sleep with vamps. If things were different we wouldn’t be talking and you’d be enjoying the hell out of where this could be going.” - Lexan, The Way You Bite

Why should I trust you?” Her eyes narrowed. “All I really know about you is that you’re not loyal to your girlfriends, you treat one-night stands like crap, and apparently you’ve made quite a name for yourself not only in the business world, but also in the bedroom since we last met.

You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”“Not if you give me everything I want.”“We’ll see.

Death had touched her, hurt her, and left her to deal with its disagreeable aftermath.

All this for two bad lines he could’ve gotten out of a fortune cookie?

I’ll help you, if you admit since our first kiss you imagined us together so many times that the images of us haunt you at night and sour the touch of any other man.

We can’t do this on so many levels,” she whispered. But I don’t care." Vee, The Way You Bite

Holy cow, she'd just slept with the hottest guy in the universe. She, the super science geek. The you-go-girl side of her brain wahooed. The rational side of her brain spat out a resounding, Oh shit.

...I'm hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I'll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.

He roughly grated out, "Don't run from me. Not now. This is for both of us." He held her thighs apart to force her to continue to accept the powerful thrusts. Changing his angle ever so slightly, he hit that one location that turned her world into a starry night. Her body shattered. Muscles ripples, gripped, and clamped down.

I'm not like Wolverine, but I can heal fast.

That's the Wildcat I remember.

His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Why should I trust you?" Her eyes narrowed. "All I really know about you is that you're not loyal to your girlfriends, you treat one-night stands like crap, and apparently you've made quite a name for yourself not only in the business world, but also in the bedroom since we last met.

She blinked against the sting of tears. Fury curled in her stomach. She narrowed her eyes, and slapped him. She gritted out "May you never find satisfaction with another woman.

�“You swore this deal would be a safe little exchange. I didn�’t sign up for this�—Chinese mafia and Hashishins. I�’m an MD, not special ops.�”Kira Hardy in Dawn of a Dark Knight

What could possibly go wrong with faking love with a stranger on national TV?

I will do what I must to protect you. If you were seriously hurt…Don’t make me live with that. Don’t make me have to survive your death.

There's more to life than..." Her eyes darted to the shore where Shannon had found a decent place to film them. "Jumping into the sack." "Not much," he muttered. "There's a lot to be said for a good fuck.

He groaned and murmured, "If I didn't think I was going to die, I'd have you right here.

I can't watch you die tonight.

She wielded the ultimate weapon against him, his kryptonite - her touch.

He'd been born into duty. As a demigod descendant, a death reaper, his first commitment was to serve the god of the underworld. Hades, as a conduit to usher evil souls to hell.

Just this once, be the stubborn bastard I know. Don't die.

She wanted to lick her way across the sexy lettering on his chest just to hear his breath catch and feel the pounding of his heart beneath her tongue.

If I walked in there right now, you would beg me to make you scream.""Oh, please," she said sarcastically."We wouldn't make it to a bed before I would be deep inside you.

You don't have any weaknesses.""I have one." He glanced at her.

He crowded her against the wall. "I'll fuck you until you admit there will never be anyone else who can bring you pleasure."A low and husky laugh erupted from deep in her chest. She trailed her hand down beneath his tuxedo jacket, over sculpted abs, to cup her hand around the hot length of him pressing against the tux trousers. She stroked him. "Promise?

Shall we take it slow this time? Maybe I'll make you beg me to let you come.""I don't beg."He laughed wholeheartedly. "We'll see about that.

Games can sometimes be fun."He smiled and lifted his wineglass. "A toast."She lifted hers. "To dangerous games." He smiled."To winning." She clinked her glass against his.

You are tougher to kill than Steven Seagal...

What? A big boy like you couldn't handle a little distraction?""Little distraction? You had your hand on my cock and your tongue down my throat. I call that a pretty big distraction.

Have you asked yourself why you protect me? Are you as messed up about all this as me?

I really want to punch you right now. Maybe even break your nose.” She rolled her eyes upward, seeking calm. “But I won’t because I like this dress.

The witch hunter could not date the witch.