She loved it; it was gorgeous. She felt beautiful. She wished she had this dress for some other event in some other place, though. If only they lived in a world where she could wear beautiful little black glittery dresses or long coral dresses without it being when her life was at stake! &n...
Fingers, lips, tongue, cock. He devoured me like it hadn’t been a week; it’d been more like a century. “Missed you so much,” he breathed against my ear while he was thrusting his cock into me hard, so hard. So good… “Why are you back early?” I rasped, “And did you get a lo...
She was smiling at me, laughing at a story I was telling her about one of my Viking cousins and how I’d gone over a year ago to be in his wedding and we lost the guy during his bachelor party and wound up finding him only 2 hours before the wedding, still drunk as a skunk, wandering outside in hi...
No one had ever loved her, not that she could ever remember. Jackson said he did but they just felt like words and she’d never said it back. They’d had more than a few big blow-ups about that fact, too. Tristan saying it didn’t just feel like words. It felt real. She stared at his sleeping form. ...