Mariana Bezerra

“I’m done, Duin.”

“You haven’t eaten much.”

“I’m done waiting.” Genny got up from her chair and moved into his lap. With one hand, she slid the bava fabric off of his shoulder.

“Oh.”

There was another hunger. With relentless lips and hands, they consumed each other. She didn’t just want, she demanded him. Genny removed her clothes and Duin wound the bava around them both, cocooning her against his bare skin as he held her in his lap.

“I don’t know much about Glin anatomy,” she reminded him.

“I do have an advantage. There’s a deluge of information on the Asternet about human mating.”

“It’s called porn, Duin.”

“And it’s very helpful. Though there are some things I don’t understand.”

“I’ll teach you anything you want to know.”
― JL Hilton

“It was beautiful, my little spot in the world. But it sometimes felt like a beautiful exile—the one place in the world where I was truly safe. But that safety could lock you in a place.”
― Catherine Cowles, Beautiful Exile

“Inside the half-basement, they found Wroth alongside Garreth, grappling to hold up the ceiling.
The vampire's voice was incongruously calm when he asked, "What kind of idiot would find this a worthy plan?”
― Kresley Cole, A Hunger Like No Other

“It's easy to remember, because dating rhymes with mating, and they're almost the same [...] So your mom thinks we're ma-- Uh, dating?”
― Anna Banks, Of Poseidon