“Writhing bodies fused as one on the dance floor, limbs tingling, lungs drunk on the lust-filled air.” — Sidney Knight Copy Share Image
“How did you find out?” he asked. I dropped the coat I’d been holding. “How do you think? She told me. She… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I hate you,” she declared wretchedly in the vibrating, lust filled air. He leaned in close, lips barely touching hers as he… — Francette Phal Copy Share Image
