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“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.” ― Oscar Wilde

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Charmed and Dangerous: Ten Tales of Gay Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy
Andrea Speed, Rhys Ford, Charlie Cochet, K.J. Charles, Jordan L. Hawk, Lou Harper, Astrid Amara, Nicole Kimberling, Ginn Hale, Jordan Castillo Price
The Complete Grimm's Fairy Tales (Pantheon Fairy Tale and Folklore Library)
Wilhelm Grimm, Jacob Grimm, Joseph Campbell, Josef Scharl, Margaret Raine Hunt, Padraic Colum, James Stern
Die Rivalinnen. Adaptiert
Norgard Kohlhagen
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Robert Jordan
The House of Medici: Its Rise and Fall
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Promise of Blood
Brian McClellan
Fulcrum
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Wear It Like A Crown
zarah5

Control

Wait For It (The Administration, #4.2) - Manna Francis

Just quotes

Their Saturday morning routine.

*Toreth had spent the evening reading pharmaceutical journals he'd been putting off for weeks, and enjoying the idea of Warrick at a table full of clients.

 

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Then he looked up and lost track of the plan, distracted by Warrick's dark eyes. Warrick was watching him with a combination of curiosity and hungry excitement that temporarily cleared Toreth's mind of all plans.Finally, he focused on Warrick's parted lips, and that at least prompted movement. He tightened the lid on the oil, then leaned down, took his weight on his elbows and kissed Warrick. Then he kept kissing him until he realised that not only had he forgotten the plan, he'd forgotten to breathe as well. He lifted his head, feeling a little dizzy.

 

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...revelling in the heat and Warrick's hands shifting, squeezing just exactly, perfectly right, because he knew what Toreth wanted without having to ask because he knew him, he knew—

 

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Toreth gave in to the complaints of his neck and rested his forehead on the pillow, turning to breathe against Warrick's neck, drinking in the tang of his hot skin. Usually it turned him on unbearably. In his current haze it stirred different feelings, warming and relaxing him, urging sleep.

 

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"It was a fuck of a lot more fun with you. Weird, huh?"

 

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He was humming, which seemed oddly more tuneful than normal. A side-effect of being Marc, perhaps.

 

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There was something strange happening. Something very, very strange, but somehow he didn't care, or couldn't be bothered to worry, and wasn't it Toreth with him? Everything would be all right.

 

*Warrick placed his hand firmly in the centre of Toreth's chest and pushed him back against the sofa. Then he kissed him until he felt he'd conveyed sufficient appreciation of the evening's entertainment, and until Toreth's heartbeat had picked up speed under his palm.

 

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At least this was Toreth's flat, where crumbs on the floor were merely part of the ecology. LOL

 

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