~ My skin prickled from the odd sensation of the warmth radiating off of him like an oven, I could smell him from this close and trust me when I tell you he smelt good. Like baked apple slices sprinkled with sugar as well as cinnamon and the spicy musk of sandal wood. I just wanted to close my eyes and fill my nose wi...
His dark voice trails down her spine, lighting a path of desire that renders her breathless. "If only I were in a position of no consequence." Alia's breath wavers when the pad of his thumb slowly glides across her bottom lip. "Then I could give in to the desire of killing the men who touch you." • It is the year 235...