He brought his lips and hot breath close to her ear. “And once I have you bound and helpless, how should I take you? Missionary? From behind? Against the wall?” He pulled back to face her. “Or all ways?” She inched her legs further apart, and nodded.
Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?
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Kele Moon
He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. “This is mine, ” he whispers aggressively. “All mine. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Do you understand?”...
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E.l. James
She realised she was whimpering. Sir held her closer, his hard grip reassuring. This wasn't a dream; he really was here.
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Cherise Sinclair
Why do you want to keep this beauty for yourself? Why don’t you want to share it? The world is made of shared grace and harmony. Look at the sun shining, at the bees flying, the flowers blossoming. What would happen if they were ashamed...
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Aileen Rose
I knew instantly that I wanted that type of love in my life. To have someone I could take care of in every sense and who would trust me to do so. No matter what I asked of them.
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Breanna Hayse
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Jonathan took her hand. “Christiana.”“Yes?” Her rosebud lips parted on an involuntary sigh, and his imagination got the better of his intellect. It took every ounce of control to not crush her . <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>take her right then and there.“ I shouldn’t have .”...
He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him with an unyielding strength. She’d been unmistakably seized.
He brought his lips and hot breath close to her ear. “And once I have you bound and helpless, how should I take you? Missionary? From behind? Against the wall?” He pulled back to face her. “Or all ways?” She inched her legs further apart,...
She wanted to know what his body would feel like under her hands. Her palms slid, almost as if under someone else’s control, under his jacket until she embraced his waist. His jacket, now parted on either side of her, left only a thin shirt...
Her inexperience demanding to be overturned intrigued him. She’d called him a gentleman. He was. When shown a door, he’d been taught to open it.
