Tag: gargoyles, paranormal-romance

Heat rose to her cheeks. The man made love to her one time, and already she couldn’t wait to touch him again. He should be labeled a controlled substance to keep potential addicts like her safe from his influence.

So this gargoyle you’re looking for, she could imagine herself saying. It wouldn’t happen to have freaky magical powers, or the ability to devour human souls, would it?

The Defiler will not have you, Felicity. I have claimed you for myself.”The rumble of those words, soft and dark, sent shivers racing through her. Her imagination supplied all sorts of images of ways she could be claimed by him, and none of them had anything to do with evil.Heat flooded her cheek, then wormed its way lower. It built in the pit of her belly until she couldn’t bear it anymore. Her hand shifted from his shoulder to his cheek, and she lifted herself up on her toes.”Show me,” she whispered, just before she pressed her lips to his.

My name is Spar. I am neither called Rocky nor made of rock. I am a Guardian, one of those warriors who were summoned to battle against the Seven demons of the Darkness and to prevent their possible return to this human plane of existence. I consider the others of my kind to be my brothers.

Religious figures, gargoyles, and grotesques, she though, looked fine on Gothic cathedrals, but she’d always spent more time looking at the murals inside the buildings than the carvings outside.So why did this one seem to have captured all her attention?

Wherever his gaze touched her, she felt as if flames licked at her skin, and the thought of what it might do to her to feel his tongue follow suit had her eyes drifting shut on a moan.Spar chuckled softly and leaned closer until his breath teased the rim of her ear. “I would pay more than a penny for those thoughts, little human, were I not filled with such vivid imaginings of my own.

Religious figures, gargoyles, and grotesques, she though, looked fine on Gothic cathedrals, but she’d always spent more time looking at the murals inside the buildings than the carvings outside.So why did this one seem to have captured all her attention?

So this gargoyle you’re looking for, she could imagine herself saying. It wouldn’t happen to have freaky magical powers, or the ability to devour human souls, would it?

Heat rose to her cheeks. The man made love to her one time, and already she couldn’t wait to touch him again. He should be labeled a controlled substance to keep potential addicts like her safe from his influence.

Wherever his gaze touched her, she felt as if flames licked at her skin, and the thought of what it might do to her to feel his tongue follow suit had her eyes drifting shut on a moan.Spar chuckled softly and leaned closer until his breath teased the rim of her ear. “I would pay more than a penny for those thoughts, little human, were I not filled with such vivid imaginings of my own.

The Defiler will not have you, Felicity. I have claimed you for myself.”The rumble of those words, soft and dark, sent shivers racing through her. Her imagination supplied all sorts of images of ways she could be claimed by him, and none of them had anything to do with evil.Heat flooded her cheek, then wormed its way lower. It built in the pit of her belly until she couldn’t bear it anymore. Her hand shifted from his shoulder to his cheek, and she lifted herself up on her toes.”Show me,” she whispered, just before she pressed her lips to his.

My name is Spar. I am neither called Rocky nor made of rock. I am a Guardian, one of those warriors who were summoned to battle against the Seven demons of the Darkness and to prevent their possible return to this human plane of existence. I consider the others of my kind to be my brothers.