“I panted like a whore in church. The Church of Simon... where I was dying to kneel before him.” — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“Lani couldn't respond. She was too busy reveling in just how amazing they felt, joined. She'd thought maybe it was the delirium… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“My bear,” she panted when she regained some control over her lungs. “Mine.” “Yours always.” He rolled, pulling her with him so… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“I need to come," he moaned. "Baby I need to come." "Do it," I panted. His simple admission sent me over the… — M. Pierce Copy Share Image
“So... this is your idea of less is more?" I panted. "More or less," he smiled...” — Terri Todosey Copy Share Image
