Wanting him is hard to get. Loving him is hard to regret. Losing him is hard to accept — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He made his voice low and smug as he thumbed her hardened nipple. Smearing soot in a lewd circle. “Don’t play innocent, Miss Highwood. You’ve been wanting this. A hard, sweaty pounding from the village smith. These strong, dirty hands… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
