“Gonna fuck you now.” “Sure,” I whispered, dazed. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.” — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“«I believe that you made a wrong idea, you're not my type.» Morwen rose to her feet, sinuous as a snake, and Hurrichein raised his head to enjoy the upcoming scene. «Are you sure?» she whispered in his ear.” — Chiara Cilli Copy Share Image
