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LMAO there is some damn funny bits in the book..seems like forever since I read it LOL but I would have to say the whole book for sure!!
Definitely the entire book! These parts are sooooo.....
yeah, I'm so reading it again!
yeah, I'm so reading it again!
1) Thanks,” I muttered and added under my breath, “Douchebag.”He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now that’s not very ladylike, Kittycat.”
I whipped around. “Don’t ever call me that,” I snapped.
“It’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?” He pushed out the door. “This has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.”
Okay. That was it. “You know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,” I said, smiling sweetly. “You’re a dickhead.”
“A dickhead?” he repeated. “How charming.”
I flipped him off
2)The images were back. The two of us. Hot and sweaty. I bit my lip and tried to make my expression blank, but yet again I knew he could tell what I was thinking when his expression turned annoyingly smug. Beyond annoying. “You’re kind of dirty, Kitten.” I blinked. Deny. Deny. Deny. “What did you say?” “Dirty,” he repeated, voice so low I knew Dee couldn’t hear him. “You’re covered in dirt. What did you think I meant?”
3)“Daemon, that wasn’t a normal lunatic.” “Oh, you’re an expert in crazy people now?” “A month with you and I feel I have a master’s degree in the subject,”
4)“Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?” “In your dreams, Kitten.” He smirked. “Oh wait, I’m already starring in those, aren’t I?” I rolled my eyes. “Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.”
5)His hands slid down the wall, stopping beside my hips. “I bet you think about me all the time. Nonstop.” “You’re insane.” I pressed back against the wall, breathless. “You probably even dream about me.” His gaze lowered to my mouth. I felt my lips part. “I bet you even write my name in your notebooks, over and over again, with a little heart drawn around it.” I laughed. “In your dreams, Daemon. You’re the last person I think—” Daemon kissed me.
The last one was probably one of the hottest make-out sessions ever.
OMG! I just had a heat-stroke ;D <3
yeah these two are so freaking amazing together.
soul mates but they don't know it. i like how in Daemon's POV we learn that he really does think like a normal teenage boy, and not like the 18th century version. lol.
That is a good part about him....but he acts like an asshole every single time it's in Katy'd POV.....but I LOVE IT!!! He cracks me up with every thing he says!!! Oh man....just reading these quotes is making me wanna read the book again!!! *goes to bring book*
no shit! ;) i was about to take out the book last night and read it again but then i saw the time: 4:00 AM! i am becoming like Annie. O_O
I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!!! I always end up reading...till its so late!! But I love it! LOL =)
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Taste like fire ball candy, I love them (the candies).
I wonder what Deamon's mouth tastes like after eating them....
I wonder what Deamon's mouth tastes like after eating them....
Oh Good Lord Tatiana you posted up some goodies *turns cold water on and get ready to jump in a cold shower*
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I wonder what Deamon's mouth tastes like after eating them...."
I hate those things....way too hot!! I'd rather wonder what his mouth tasted like after eating strawberry cheesecake...lol
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Heinzypop wrote: "Oh Good Lord Tatiana you posted up some goodies *turns cold water on and get ready to jump in a cold shower*"i should have posted the whole thing with the the blown up laptop. That entire scene is extremely hot
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I think my grave will be in the backyard if someone posts them sleeping in the same bed. The was my favorite most mind blowing part ever (next to the whole book of course!)
Tatiana wrote: "Heinzypop wrote: "Oh Good Lord Tatiana you posted up some goodies *turns cold water on and get ready to jump in a cold shower*"i should have posted the whole thing with the the blown up laptop. T..."
That part will have blown me off my rocket my God that's Hot!!! Hummina hummina
I know. I read that scene this morning and then that teaser with the cookie from Onyx and i just about died. Daemon is gonna kill me one of these days!
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Okay, you've all killed me, so it's only fair I murder you guys TWICE!!!
(Katy)
When I awoke the following morning, the sun had crested the mountains surrounding the valley. I really wasn’t on my side of the bed anymore. Hell, I wasn’t on the bed. Half of my body was sprawled across Daemon’s chest. Our legs were tangled together under the comforter. One of his arms was around my waist like a band of steel. My hand was on his stomach. I could feel his heart beating under my cheek, steady and strong.
I lay there, my breath in my throat.
There was something intimate about being wrapped around one another in a bed. Like lovers.
A sweet, hot fire washed over my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Every inch of me was hyper-aware of him. Of how my body fit against his, the way his thighs were pressed against mine, the hardness of his stomach under my hand.
My hormones kicked in with the power of a dropkick to the stomach. Heated lightning zipped through my veins. For a moment, I pretended. Not that we weren’t two different species, because I didn’t see him that way, but that we actually liked one another.
And then he shifted and rolled. I was on my back, and he was still on the move. His face burrowed into the space between my neck and shoulder, nuzzling. Sweet baby Jesus…Warm breath danced over my skin, sending shivers down my body. His arm was heavy against my stomach, his leg between mine, pushing up and up. Scorched air fled my lungs.
Daemon murmured in a language I couldn’t understand. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful and soft. Magical. Unearthly.
I could’ve woken him up but for some reason I didn’t. The thrill of him touching me was far stronger than anything else.
His hand was on the edge of the borrowed shirt, his long fingers on the strip of exposed flesh between the hem of the shirt and the band of the worn pajama bottoms. And his hand inched up under the shirt, across my stomach, where it dipped slightly. My pulse went into cardiac territory. The tips of his fingers brushed my ribs. His body moved, his knee pressed against me.
I gasped.
Daemon stilled. No one moved. The clock on the wall ticked.
And I cringed.
He lifted his head. Eyes like pools of liquid grass stared at me in confusion. They quickly cleared, though, turning sharp and hard within seconds.
“Good morning?” I squeaked.
Using his powerful arms, he lifted himself up. His eyes never left mine. Daemon seemed to drag in a deep breath. I wasn’t sure if he let it out. Something passed between us, unspoken and heavy. His eyes narrowed. I had the funny feeling that he was sizing up the situation and somehow I was to blame for his sleepy—albeit really, really nice—fondling.
(Daemon)
I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, but if I was, I didn’t want to wake up. The scent of peach and vanilla teased me, invaded me.
Kat.
Only she smelled that wonderful, of summer and all the things I could want and never have. The length of her body was pressed against mine, with her hand resting on my stomach. The steady rise and fall of her chest became my entire world, and in this dream—because it had to be a dream—I felt my own chest matching her breaths.
Every cell in my body sparked and burned. If I was awake, I’d surely take on my true form. My body was on fire.
Just a dream, but it felt real.
I couldn’t resist sliding my leg over hers, burrowing my head between her neck and shoulder, and inhaling deeply. Divine. Perfect. Human. Breathing became more difficult than I’d ever imagined. Lust swirled through me, heady and consuming. I tasted her skin—a slight brush of my lips, a flick of my tongue. She felt perfect underneath me; soft in all the places I was hard.
Moving over her, against her, I loved the sound she made—a soft, wholly feminine murmur that scorched every piece of me. “You’re perfect for me,” I whispered in my own language.
She stirred, and I dreamt her responding, wanting me instead of hating me.
I pressed down, sliding my hand under her shirt. Her skin felt like satin underneath my fingertips. Precious. Prized. If she was mine, I’d cherish every inch of her. And I wanted to. Now. My hand crept up, up, up.
Kat gasped.
The dreamy cloud dissipated with the sound I felt all the way through me. Every muscle locked up. Very slowly, I pried my eyes opened. Her slender, graceful neck sloped before me. A section of skin was pink from the stubble on my jaw…
The clock on the wall ticked.
Shit.
I’d felt her up, in my sleep.
I lifted my head and stared down at her. Kat watched me, her eyes a smoky, wonderful gray and questioning. Double shit.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice still rough with sleep.
Using my arm, I pushed up and even then, knowing that none of it had been a dream, I couldn’t look away from her, didn’t want to. An infinite need was there, in her, in me. Demanding that I kneel to it, and I wanted to—dammit, did I ever want to.
Die, and Die again!!!
Emily
(Katy)
When I awoke the following morning, the sun had crested the mountains surrounding the valley. I really wasn’t on my side of the bed anymore. Hell, I wasn’t on the bed. Half of my body was sprawled across Daemon’s chest. Our legs were tangled together under the comforter. One of his arms was around my waist like a band of steel. My hand was on his stomach. I could feel his heart beating under my cheek, steady and strong.
I lay there, my breath in my throat.
There was something intimate about being wrapped around one another in a bed. Like lovers.
A sweet, hot fire washed over my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Every inch of me was hyper-aware of him. Of how my body fit against his, the way his thighs were pressed against mine, the hardness of his stomach under my hand.
My hormones kicked in with the power of a dropkick to the stomach. Heated lightning zipped through my veins. For a moment, I pretended. Not that we weren’t two different species, because I didn’t see him that way, but that we actually liked one another.
And then he shifted and rolled. I was on my back, and he was still on the move. His face burrowed into the space between my neck and shoulder, nuzzling. Sweet baby Jesus…Warm breath danced over my skin, sending shivers down my body. His arm was heavy against my stomach, his leg between mine, pushing up and up. Scorched air fled my lungs.
Daemon murmured in a language I couldn’t understand. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful and soft. Magical. Unearthly.
I could’ve woken him up but for some reason I didn’t. The thrill of him touching me was far stronger than anything else.
His hand was on the edge of the borrowed shirt, his long fingers on the strip of exposed flesh between the hem of the shirt and the band of the worn pajama bottoms. And his hand inched up under the shirt, across my stomach, where it dipped slightly. My pulse went into cardiac territory. The tips of his fingers brushed my ribs. His body moved, his knee pressed against me.
I gasped.
Daemon stilled. No one moved. The clock on the wall ticked.
And I cringed.
He lifted his head. Eyes like pools of liquid grass stared at me in confusion. They quickly cleared, though, turning sharp and hard within seconds.
“Good morning?” I squeaked.
Using his powerful arms, he lifted himself up. His eyes never left mine. Daemon seemed to drag in a deep breath. I wasn’t sure if he let it out. Something passed between us, unspoken and heavy. His eyes narrowed. I had the funny feeling that he was sizing up the situation and somehow I was to blame for his sleepy—albeit really, really nice—fondling.
(Daemon)
I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, but if I was, I didn’t want to wake up. The scent of peach and vanilla teased me, invaded me.
Kat.
Only she smelled that wonderful, of summer and all the things I could want and never have. The length of her body was pressed against mine, with her hand resting on my stomach. The steady rise and fall of her chest became my entire world, and in this dream—because it had to be a dream—I felt my own chest matching her breaths.
Every cell in my body sparked and burned. If I was awake, I’d surely take on my true form. My body was on fire.
Just a dream, but it felt real.
I couldn’t resist sliding my leg over hers, burrowing my head between her neck and shoulder, and inhaling deeply. Divine. Perfect. Human. Breathing became more difficult than I’d ever imagined. Lust swirled through me, heady and consuming. I tasted her skin—a slight brush of my lips, a flick of my tongue. She felt perfect underneath me; soft in all the places I was hard.
Moving over her, against her, I loved the sound she made—a soft, wholly feminine murmur that scorched every piece of me. “You’re perfect for me,” I whispered in my own language.
She stirred, and I dreamt her responding, wanting me instead of hating me.
I pressed down, sliding my hand under her shirt. Her skin felt like satin underneath my fingertips. Precious. Prized. If she was mine, I’d cherish every inch of her. And I wanted to. Now. My hand crept up, up, up.
Kat gasped.
The dreamy cloud dissipated with the sound I felt all the way through me. Every muscle locked up. Very slowly, I pried my eyes opened. Her slender, graceful neck sloped before me. A section of skin was pink from the stubble on my jaw…
The clock on the wall ticked.
Shit.
I’d felt her up, in my sleep.
I lifted my head and stared down at her. Kat watched me, her eyes a smoky, wonderful gray and questioning. Double shit.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice still rough with sleep.
Using my arm, I pushed up and even then, knowing that none of it had been a dream, I couldn’t look away from her, didn’t want to. An infinite need was there, in her, in me. Demanding that I kneel to it, and I wanted to—dammit, did I ever want to.
Die, and Die again!!!
Emily
This is Shreya ghost,
Emily wrote: "Okay, you've all killed me, so it's only fair I murder you guys TWICE!!!
(Katy)
When I awoke the following morning, the sun had crested the mountains surrounding the valley. I really wasn’t on my..."
.........HOT! :D
Damon is my fav book boyfriend and the guy on the cover? HOT!!!
This scene has got to be my fav out of the whole book! :D
(Katy)
When I awoke the following morning, the sun had crested the mountains surrounding the valley. I really wasn’t on my..."
.........HOT! :D
Damon is my fav book boyfriend and the guy on the cover? HOT!!!
This scene has got to be my fav out of the whole book! :D
I know, this has emotion with hot. Perfect combo ;)
Emily wrote: "I know, this has emotion with hot. Perfect combo ;)"
:D
:D
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You're very welcome ;)
(ummm...yeah that probably was too much)
(ummm...yeah that probably was too much)
“Will you show me what you really look like? You don't sparkle, do you?”
“Why are you such an ass?" The words came out before I could think twice.
"Everyone has to excel at something, right?"
"Well, you're doing a great job.”
“So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West
Virginia, the land of lost models.”
“That, and you’re a human. Humans are weak. They bring us nothing but trouble.”
My eyes narrowed. “We aren’t weak. And you’re on our planet. How about a little respect, buddy.”
Amusement flickered in his emerald eyes. “Point taken.”
“Holy Hawt Chemisty, Batman!”
lol...and basically the whole book....;D