Tabatha

“I blew through her like baby’s breath through a dandelion, and my soul
left its mark on hers. Forever. In one night, I’d bound her too me for as long
as she lived, and I had no words to tell her.

When I woke the next night, to see her there, above me, the relief radiating
from every line of her body, I thought it was more of a miracle than my
first rising.”
― Amy Lane, Vulnerable

“Don’t worry, due’ane,” He murmured lowly....“Who’s Dewey Anne.” I asked him, voice gruff. He was so familiar, this Bracken, but so strange, naked next to me. I could touch
him, I realized with wonder. I could run my hands from his flank to his shoulder, and he would welcome the touch because he was mine.
You are.” He whispered, and I met his eyes. “It’s elfish, the feminine noun
for ‘other equal half’. You are my other. My everything.”
--Wounded
(Bracken and Cory)”
― Amy Lane

“How'd he taste?"

Like a five second rule Oreo..." he said thoughtfully

A five second rule Oreo?"

A little dirty, but still sweet...”
― Amy Lane, Vulnerable

“He leaned forward then and put his face in the crook of my neck, so he could smell the warmth rising from it. His nose touched my skin, just enough to make me shiver.

When he spoke again, it was right next to my ear, and his voice was deep, and his breath moved the fine hairs on my ear, starting a vibration deep within my eardrum. “But that smell, right there,” He murmured, “That smell is all you. I love that smell too. I want to wear that smell on my skin and roll around in it. I want to live in that smell alone."
--Wounded
(Bracken to Cory)”
― Amy Lane