“Sweetheart,” he breathed into her mouth, “I’ve never felt anything quite like this… so hot and sweet and wet like you.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Reality doesn't get to intrude yet. Right now, it's just my body and yours.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“...if you care — at all — you need to think long and hard about how you spend the rest of your… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“You’re mine right now, Shea,” he gruffly uttered. “You don’t get to think about being away from me, not yet.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“There’s only one woman in this town that has kept me awake at night.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Well, it would appear it wasn’t a lack of sex that made you so grouchy before.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“...“I’m still pissed at you.” He smiled wryly. “Rightfully so, sweetheart.” “…but, I’ve gotta say… you look really fucking hot in that… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Rhys looked over at her with a naughty grin. “I lied, sweetheart. Completely and totally. You are all fired up and hot… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“I love to see your eyes sparkle like they do when you get all feisty. The flush in your cheeks.” His voice… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“As Rhys closed his eyes, he saw those stunning hazel eyes, those full lips, that long tumble of dark, coppery curls, and,… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“The things you do to me… you have no idea. You fight it, although I can see that you want to give… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“She’d never felt the stirrings of passion he brought out of her. She’d never felt as though she were bursting into pieces,… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“The crunch of tires in the deep snow outside could be heard through the heavy cabin walls, and she followed Wolfie to… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“He should tell her. He should leave. He really should leave. But he didn’t… he couldn’t.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“A part of him that was still lost in the mountains around Snowcreek, Montana.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Besides,” Shea continued, ignoring his words and trying hard not to feel what he was making her feel, “you don’t want me… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Rhys?” Shea murmured again against his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked back. “When we get there—when you fuck me,” she pulled hard… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
