“You desire me. I can scent it on the wind.” He drew in a breath and licked his lips. “I have been waiting for your courage to bring you to me, but I have grown tired of our little game.” — Stella Berkley Copy Share Image
“You desire me. I can scent it on the wind.” He drew in a breath and licked his lips. “I have been waiting for… — Stella Berkley Copy Share Image
