“Something from out in the dark brushed her throat, damp fingers smearing her with warm wetness. She started, raising a hand against it, but touched nothing. A teasing whisper in her ear – no, more a thought. Come to me… — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
“His teeth closed on her ear. "Do I still feel far away?" She'd probably feel the heat of him lingering on her skin for days. "No." His voice was a low, teasing whisper, shivering in her ear. "Even if I… — Kit Rocha Copy Share Image
