“So close, so close at hand, so damn beautiful. Galadir breathed deeply of the sweet smell of her hair and stroked her cheek. Her skin was warm. No, it was boiling and slowly he withdrew his hand, trying to hide… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share Image
“Is she like me? Is she a Protégé too? Who is like me? Maybe she? No, she's not like me. She's superior. She protects,… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share
“So close, so close at hand, so damn beautiful. Galadir breathed deeply of the sweet smell of her hair and stroked her cheek. Her… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share
“Morwen leaped back from her chair and found herself on the back of Hurrichein. She fell even more the cap on the face and… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share
“«No, please!» she screamed desperate. One of the guys that were blocking her, pulled her by the hair. «Shut up, girl!» The old man… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share
“La baciai. La ghermii per i capelli e la baciai come se avessi voluto sbranarla viva. Ero furibondo. Perché lei era dove non doveva… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share
“Morwen arched an eyebrow. «You've wanted it. Nara, you can open your eyes.» It was a moment. The blade of the knife stuck in… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share
“«But who are you?» he asked softly, now powerless. IIn a moment she kneeled in front of the Prince. She brought her lips to… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share
“And Morwen lost control. A quick bite and deep, and a flap of skin fell in her throat, sweet and juicy. Galadir pushed her… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share
