“In one quick motion he grips my head and slams his mouth hard against mine, claiming it with brute force. My lips part to allow him access, and we crash against the column as his tongue drives deep into my… — Beatrice Sand Copy Share Image
“Silence drops over us again. Laurel picks up her glass and swirls the wine, smelling it with her eyes closed. She takes another deliberate… — Beatrice Sand Copy Share Image
“Is this really a demigod? I don’t exactly know what my expectations were – it’s not like I have anything to compare it to.… — Beatrice Sand Copy Share Image
“In one quick motion he grips my head and slams his mouth hard against mine, claiming it with brute force. My lips part to… — Beatrice Sand Copy Share Image
