“You trust me?” Eric sounded surprised.
“Yes.”
“That’s... crazy, Sookie.”
“I don’t think so.” Where that surety had come from, I didn’t know, but it was there. I pulled on
a thigh-length heavy sweater I had brought out with me.
I could feel part of Eric pressed against my back, and he wasn’t standing that close. Yikes. Yahoo. Yum.
I got your rug all wet...
Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated
your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me.
"I wish that I could read your mind as you can read the minds of others," he said. “I wish very much that I could know what was going on in your head. I wish I knew why I cared what’s going on in that head.”
Eric: "There are forces beyond even my control. If I meet the truth death without having at least kissed you, Sookie Stackhouse. That would be my biggest regret."
Sookie: "Why does it sound like you're saying 'goodbye' to me?"
Eric: "Because I am."
"Don't cry again. Just don't start crying again, and I won't mind taking this to the cleaners. I won't even mind getting a whole new suit." I thought it was pretty amusing that Eric, the dread master vampire, was afraid of weeping women.
Eric: I'm hoping that the more you see me, the more I'll grow on you.
Sookie: Like a fungus?
Eric: I knew I'd get on top of you somehow.
Sookie: Are you trying to make me mad so I'll forget how scared I am?
Eric: No, I'm just opportunistic.
It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.
Sookie, my little bullet-sucker.
Eric, my big bullshitter.
Eric: So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself?
Sookie: Yes, And...do you think you could pretend to be gay?
Sookie: Hey, our hair's the same color.
Eric: Sure is, girlfriend.
Sookie: Remember, I'm mortal.
Eric: I think about that often.
"Sookie, Yield to me."
Sookie: "Eric what are you doing here?"
Eric: "Snuggling."
"I don’t enjoy seeing you scared of me. I have always been fond of you. Plus, I want to fuck you."
"If I had known you would be this gorgeous with your clothes off, I would have tried to do this sooner."
"Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, lover."
"When this witch is defeated, I would bring you to my side. I will share everything I have with you. Every vampire who owes me fealty will honor you."
I realized I'd thought of Eric because it was the kind of day you wanted to share with the person you cared about, the person whose company you enjoyed the most.
Eric's eyes were glowing as if a candle burned behind them, and he was so lovely I could have drowned in him.
When I heard his voice, I felt content. When I was with him, I felt beautiful and happy.
Should I just bite you and end it all? I would never have to think about you again. Thinking about you is an annoying habit, and one I want to be rid of. Or should I start arousing you, and discover if sex with you was really the best I’ve ever had?
Sookie, I remember everything. I can’t believe I felt something so strongly and was so happy for the first time in hundreds of years.
When you smell like that, I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you.
Oh, yes, I’ll scoot for now, but I’m going to see you later. And rest assured, my lover, we’ll come to an understanding.
Darling, you can nail my ass anytime.
When he bit my shoulder, I left my body for a minute. I’d never felt anything so good. I didn’t have enough breath to scream or even speak.
His eyes latched onto mine with an intensity that was both exciting and painful.
The curse contained within the witch…was that I would be close to my heart’s desire without ever realizing it.
I’ve had the blood of many women. I’ve had almost utter control over them. But they never drank mine. It’s been decades, maybe centuries since I gave any woman my blood.
No. I won’t ever force you into subservience. And I will never turn you, since you don’t want it…No matter how much I may want to keep you.
), Joan’s on Third, to grab coffee with a friend on Wednesday (March 23) in Los Angeles.
Great photos on what it looked like was a ‘wet day in LA”
But if you notice Alexander kept his head down and didn’t give the
papparazzi a really good shot of his face!
He also looks a little annoyed???
And also very deep in thought.
Not annoyed, I don’t get why someone has to smile all the time when they’re just walking around, but I was going to mention how he always has his head down. If that was just to avoid looking at the cameras, or because he’s worried he might trip over his feet? Hey, it happens to me all the time…lol!
I think it’s to avoid eye contact with the cameras and he looks in deep thought, probably hoping he doesn’t do anything embarrassing in front of the paps! LOL
Yum! I love candid pics like this!