“Instead, he leaned down and kissed me. It was a raw, dirty kiss that was meant to claim ownership and nothing more. I fucking loved it. By” — Sloane Kennedy Copy Share Image
“The danger wasn’t over. Rolling her around so that she floated on her back, he swam her to shore. A much easier proposition than on the way out. Reaching the safety of the beach, he lifted her in his arms,… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
