His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over. "I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?" My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes." So he does. And I feel it. For a long moment, I just feel his eyes. Then, his hands. They skim down my spine...
''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers. "Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect -- like we've been doing this for years. His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it. Waves of heat pound into my belly, exploding out to my toes as my nails s...
I reached for her face, guided her down to kiss me. We were slow. I absorbed every detail - the cut of her cheeks, the trio of larger freckles near her chin, the fair sheets of lashes like spun gold around her green eyes. I did everything I could to remember it all. At that moment, we had all the time in the world. ...
Ophelia Morgan was always viewing herself in parallels. While she thought she was the ‘bigger’ girl and could be spotted miles away, she also thought she was invisible in the eyes of those around her. Her self-conscience nature made it hard for her to look at herself in the mirror. And if she couldn’t love herself…who...
He was in pain. I helped him break the curse. A modern twist on Beauty and the Beast.