Quote by Heather Huffman
““A slow smile crossed his face as he lowered his head to brush her lips with his own. The kiss turned slow and torturous. It brought with it a smouldering fire that wound its way through her.””
““A slow smile crossed his face as he lowered his head to brush her lips with his own. The kiss turned slow and torturous. It brought with it a smouldering fire that wound its way through her.””
