Kamyla

“Lyre advanced. “Aphrodesia isn’t just blasting an enemy and leaving them frozen and slack-jawed. That’s like saying you can only use your magic to blow shit up and nothing in between.”
“I don’t know what …” Ash trailed off as he withdrew another step. His back bumped into the wall.
“Aphrodesia works best in low, subtle doses,” Lyre crooned. “It can be used to charm, to placate, to confuse, to disarm … or even to make you very … very … suggestible.”
He leaned in, bringing his face within inches of Ash’s.
“What do you think, Ash?” he whispered. “Do you want me to touch you?”
The draconian’s eyes widened but he didn’t move. Lyre pressed both hands to Ash’s stomach and he jumped at the contact. But, trapped against the wall, he had nowhere to retreat. Lyre slid his hands slowly upward, dragging Ash’s shirt up.
“What do you think?” he purred softly. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
Ash’s breath caught.”
― Annette Marie, The Blood Curse

“Dry humping?” Cole rolled his eyes in exasperation, with that hint of fondness that Brad didn’t deserve. “You have such a juvenile way with words.” “What the hell would you call it, then? Grinding? Rubbing one out?” “The technical term is frottage.”
― River Jaymes, Brad's Bachelor Party

“Lyre let his voice slide into the deep purr that made most women blush. “You’d have way more fun with me than with those stuffy noblemen.”
Miysis merely raised an eyebrow as though the innuendo had gone right over his head. “I don’t doubt it, but duty calls.”
― Annette Marie, The Blood Curse

“Demons do magic?"
This day kept getting worse and worse. Ashael's little smile turned into a full-fledged grin.
"Of course. Who do you think invented it in the first place?”
― Jeaniene Frost, Into the Fire