“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 is not helping.” — 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
