She was an intelligent woman and she wasn't just going to hand herself over to him because she was tempted. He loved that about her because it meant when she did fully surrender, he'd earned it and he...
Just once, even if it wasn't real she wanted to feel as if a man saw only her. No one else. For those moments, she was his world. His canvas. He saw beauty in her.
His voice. It was beautiful. Low. Soothing, yet the same time, there was absolute command, as if he ruled the world and knew it.
You're a good man, Vittorio. No matter what, you're a good man.
Where was her sharp intellect? She relied on her brain. She could think fast and was good at details. When Vittorio was around, the only details she could remember were how his smile was so beautiful...
There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you? His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. Dio, bambi...
She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand.
She found him very hard to resist, and if she was truthful with herself, she wasn't trying that much.
He was the devil, but she didn't care. On some level she even knew he was using her own body against her, pitting her innocence against his experience, but she didn't care about that, either. She want...
He had to find a woman who would have the genetics to produce children capable of riding the shadows and carrying on their work. That was his obligation. He could never simply fall in love; he had to...
He had thought to hold a part of himself back until she made up her mind. Getting his heart broken wasn't on his list of things he wanted to experience. But the effect of her welcoming smile told him...
For all the downsides to being a rider, there was his family. Always there. Always ready to help and watch out for one another. His family was one of the biggest gifts he had to offer Grace.
You don't do violence, Francesca, not unless it's self-defense or in defense of our family. I won't have that on your soul. You're going to be my wife. The mother of my children. You're about love and...
Vittorio's breath left his lungs in a long rush of shock. Something tight in his chest loosened. Someplace vulnerable. Someplace guarded and protected. He pressed his hand tightly over the spot, feeli...
There's always going to be a part of me that is that little girl no one wanted.
There it was, again, that hurt in his eyes. Maybe hurt. Something. Sadness. That was it. She detested that look. He shouldn't ever feel unhappy. It was more than unhappy. Desolate, as if he was comple...
She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand.There's no taking it back, Francesca. He warned.
She had no idea she could feel so protected. So beautiful. So cherished. He made her feel all those things. She could give him his art- and it was beautiful.
She didn't want to see the condemnation in his eyes, but she had to warn him. [...] She would lose everything. She would lose him. His family. This place. Her hideout. Most of all, she would lose an i...
In that moment he knew she could shatter him. Break him into a million pieces and he'd never recover. Not in this lifetime. He realized all the lore in his family was truth. Ferraro men. When then fou...