“He dragged her to him, and she, being equally focused on attaching her mouth to his, lost her balance. Stepping in for the save, he held her up against the doorjamb with his hard body, mouth rasping hers, tongue deep… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“I wish slitting the wrist of the clock would let this moment last forever – your tongue so deep in my ear it feels like a paintbrush, coating the dark, peeling walls inside my head with a carmine veneer.” — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
