Morgan Wright

65%
Flag icon
He stiffened when my hand made contact with his skin, and I watched as a full-body shudder rolled through him. A god-awful pained cry escaped his parted, swollen lips, and he moaned drowsily into the mattress as his body stiffened and flinched with every gentle stroke of my thumb on his cheek. Fucking monsters. The both of them.
Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)
Rate this book
Clear rating