“Her fingers dug into the flesh of his hips as his own passion peaked. His face was buried in her neck and her skin felt his rapid, moist breath as he chanted her name. He didn’t leave her. He couldn’t… — Sandra Brown Copy Share Image
“I remember once I came into his room alone, when no one was with him. It was a bright evening, the sun was setting and lit up the whole room with its slanting rays. He beckoned when he saw me,… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
