“No running. Watch her come. Can you see how close she is, Sophie? Lucein rocked his cock into her hand against her… — Kitty French Copy Share Image
“No. No, you're not like him," she spat. "You're your very own brand of fucked up, Lucien.” — Kitty French Copy Share Image
“You asked me in Paris how many women I'd loved. I said one. I should have said two." He cupped her cheek,… — Kitty French Copy Share Image
“You’re wasted on the occasional bout of missionary sex with a disinterested man.” — Kitty French Copy Share Image
“...It's not okay." He spoke jerkily, painfully. "I will hurt you, and I will leave you, and I will cheat on you.” — Kitty French Copy Share Image
“Sex with Lucien was a cross between the most sweeping romantic movie and the filthiest porn flick: he was feather gentle and… — Kitty French Copy Share Image
“The girl was eighty percent kitten and twenty percent lioness, and he considered it his mission to make her roar.” — Kitty French Copy Share Image
“Come in, Ms. Black. I won’t bite.” She walked across the room. “… unless you want me to?” he murmured as an afterthought…” — Kitty French Copy Share
“There's absolution and purity to fucking that strips people back to their primal core.” — Kitty French Copy Share
“No running. Watch her come. Can you see how close she is, Sophie? Lucein rocked his cock into her hand against her backside. See… — Kitty French Copy Share
“Of all the emotions Lucien Knight had aroused in her over the last few days, the one thing she hadn’t expected to feel was… — Kitty French Copy Share
“I could love you, Dylan Day.” He kissed her again, open-mouthed, his hands in her hair. “I could love you too.” — Kitty French Copy Share
“Lucien drew female eyes wherever he went. It wasn't just his height, or his Viking beauty, or his broad shoulders. The man exuded lust… — Kitty French Copy Share
“…you don’t want this job if you’re in any way prudish.” “I am not prudish. For God’s sake, I’m no blushing virgin, I’m a… — Kitty French Copy Share
“I know this kind of talk makes you freak out, but I'm gonna say it anyway,” Dylan said, laughing softly. “I fuckin’ love you,… — Kitty French Copy Share
“You’re not leaving me.” Her voice steadied as she took the bag from him and stepped back. “I’m leaving you.” — Kitty French Copy Share
“No. No, you're not like him," she spat. "You're your very own brand of fucked up, Lucien.” — Kitty French Copy Share
“You want me . And I’m here, now, saying I want you too, saying I love you, and I don’t know where the hell… — Kitty French Copy Share
