The Submissive (Submissive, #1)

by Tara Sue Me

The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.’”

“I’ve never felt this way before,” I said. “Only you. Only you can do this to me.”

“All of life is faith. Just because something has a label doesn’t mean it’s always going to match the inside. Trust me. Sometimes it takes more faith to believe the label.” I took the can from him and shook it. “Don’t be afraid of what’s on the inside. I can make a masterpiece with the insides.”

Kissing on the lips wasn’t unnecessary; it was the most necessary thing there was. I could live without air sooner than I could give up the feel of his lips on mine.