on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body. — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“He bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. "I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get." His mouth pressed to my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
