You like this darkness. You like learning me by feel.” Feeling very bold indeed, she nuzzled at him until she found his mouth with her own. “I like it too.
So she learned at the age of almost twenty-six how to kiss a lover. Such kisses involved tongues, lips, taste, feel, and soft, needy noises that had her pressing up into his body and wanting to consume him with her hands and her mouth.
I live to bring you pleasure.” To Gilly, his words rang like a vow.
We shall not be indiscreet here in the broad light of day,” she said, but she’d left a question in the words when she’d intended a stern admonition. He smiled down at her. “Someday, Gillian, I will have you writhing and moaning in the broad l...
It was a struggle to not fall in love with a man who was determined to be decent to her when what she sought was indulgence of her wanton nature. Her recently discovered, very frustrated wanton nature, damn him.
Mercia wasn’t a little-in-love sort of man. He was mad, dark passion, sweeping emotion, and complete loss of reason, with his gaunt male beauty, his wealth and power, and his haunted past.
