“Ronin had tried desperately to be smart about it all. He really, really tried. He knew she was absolutely plowed. He knew she would probably hate him in the morning. He knew with every fiber of his should that giving… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Gotta concentrate, honey,” he smiled, then glanced at her with a wink. “And you looking at me the way you’re looking at me really… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Every time I kissed you, every time you trembled at my touch, I knew. And every time you pulled away… fuck, I thought I… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“I love to see your eyes sparkle like they do when you get all feisty. The flush in your cheeks.” His voice lowered. “The… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she’ll know I was full of shit and start hittin’ on… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“There was something about Ronin, being so close with her face pressed against the soft flannel covering his chest. There was something about the… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Do you love Mommy?” I brushed Mattie’s hair back out of her eyes and looked at her tenderly. “I’ve loved her as long as… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“...she pressed her face up against his neck, smelling the warmth of his skin. She inhaled the scent of soap and fresh air and…… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“She’d never felt the stirrings of passion he brought out of her. She’d never felt as though she were bursting into pieces, a super… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Sweetheart,” he breathed into her mouth, “I’ve never felt anything quite like this… so hot and sweet and wet like you.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Rhys looked over at her with a naughty grin. “I lied, sweetheart. Completely and totally. You are all fired up and hot as fucking… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“You’re mine right now, Shea,” he gruffly uttered. “You don’t get to think about being away from me, not yet.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“...he’d become the star on the horizon that had gently kept her centered. The warm comfort in a storm. The fragment of kindness in… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
