“Her breath caught as she swept over his nipple with the cloth. Did he feel that? Did it feel any different from the rest of his skin? Did he feel as she did when cloth brushed over her bare nipples?… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace) — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“When you’ve tired of me,” she said softly, precisely, “Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me.” “I’ll never tire… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Where are we going?” she asked. “Mr. Durbin’s sheep have begun to lamb, and I wanted to see how the ewes are doing.” He… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“His nostrils flared just a little bit, and the lines bracketing his mouth grew deeper. He snarled with his beautiful, twisted lips and she… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Margaret in contrast held her head high, her cheeks flagged with a becoming rose color. She looked like a goddess enraged. A goddess who… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Ye know as well as I that I lost whatever heart I once had long ago,” Mick replied without emotion, a simple statement of… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Be that as it may, a gentleman doesn’t continue to press his attentions on a lady who can’t return them.” “Then, as I see… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Excuse me, but I believe you have my lady,” one of them said in a quiet, deep voice that sent veritable chills down George’s… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Women were something best bought, he’d found. Pay them, f*ck them, and send them away in the morning. That way avoided tears, recriminations, and… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“There, there, sweetin’,” he murmured into her hair. “He loved me, he truly did,” she gasped. “I know he did,” Michael said. “And I… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
He watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
