“Then Rosalind began popping into his mind again, and he found his lips forming her name over and over.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
