“Unbalanced?” She nodded vehemently as she lifted her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Insane. P-positively mad.” She opened bleary,… — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“Shh, kitten,” he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. “Trust me.” His palms… — Edie Harris Claudia Copy Share Image
“I dream about you every night. It's torture." "Why torture?" "Because I wake up knowing I didn't actually touch you.” — Edie Harris Dream Copy Share Image
“There is nothing truly painful about this, except the knowledge that, eventually, you'll stop touching me. That's what hurts. Moira.” — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“Her hands clutched at his upper arms. “Y-you make me feel…” He glanced up at her, saw the way she was biting… — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
