His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.
Romance, Erotica
Just that one word - sound - sent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren’t there, like a promise. This is what you’ll get, if you just let me hear.
He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was…heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and keep it in a vase by her bedside.
Sometimes I’m so afraid of making the wrong choice that I just don’t make any choice at all.
Fear
I would never forbid you. I can’t forbid you. It’s not in my power to, and it never should be.
Respect, Freedom
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