Dark eyes Quote by Krystina Stevens

““Relax,” he said again, his voice deep and soothing. I made a conscious effort to slow my breathing and release the tension my muscles were under. I was like a wound spring, ready to pop at any moment.  The feather ran up my leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake. My vision blank, all of other my senses were screaming at me. The feel of the feather, the musky and sweet smell, the sound of his voice, the taste of his tongue. The feather traveled up my inner thigh and I shivered again. It grazed my mound, reversed direction, then back again. I imagined Logan staring at my body, his dark eyes burning, and I felt the heat rise between my thighs. The feather continued its magical path, running up my stomach, between my breasts, across the skin of my throat, then touched my chin. I felt the bed shift beneath me, and Logan’s presence grew. The suddenly his mouth was there, kissing me, pressing against me. His tongue flicked again, and mine returned the gesture hungrily. I reached up and placed my hand on the back of his head, willing him towards me, but he pulled away. Again the feeling””

— Krystina Stevens