“Need that had surged to real pain, adoration that had become like worship, like obsession. ~Conrad” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Need that had surged to real pain, adoration that had become like worship, like obsession. ~Conrad” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“The forest was, Devan thought, strangely lovely that day, the way a woman can seem more beautiful when she is sad.” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“The forest was strangely lovely that day, the way a woman can seem more beautiful when she is sad. ~Devan” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“I just feel so guilty.” Her stinging eyes burned with fresh tears. “I don't know why I can't ... I can't...” “Make love to him?” She nodded. “Let him see you?” She nodded again, tears sliding down her face. She mopped them up with the wet tissue she'd wadded in her fist. “Are you scared he won't love you anymore,… — Varian Krylov Copy Share
“Which side is yours?” “They're both mine,” he answered mirthfully, having gotten a good bit of teasing over the years for his indiscriminate sprawling.… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, I feel like I connect more deeply with the characters in novels than with people I meet in real life. Maybe because in… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“But looking at you was nothing like looking at those pictures. When I first saw,” he said, looking down at her chest, then up… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Once you start creating something with the expectation of sharing it with the world, whether a commercial public or even your own friends, it… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Khalid?” It was dark now, and she couldn't see his face, but she knew he was right there, an inch or two from their… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“He knows first hand that her pleasure will punish her.And wanting to punish her, he will please her” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
