Craving (Steel Brothers Saga, #1)
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And I was lost. I could never resist a face toucher. I loved the feeling of being so treasured by someone. I wasn’t laboring under any delusions that Talon Steel treasured me, but oh, the touch of his calloused fingers on my bare cheek… I was in heaven, floating on a magical cloud.
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“You don’t know what you’re dealing with. You have no idea how much I ache for your pussy right now. I want to stuff you so full of my cock that you can’t see straight. I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, Jade. I don’t know why, but you have a hold on me.”
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“Because I crave you. I crave your lips, your tongue, your body pressed against mine. I crave your sweet little pussy, your lips around my cock. I
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want to take you, own you, possess you for a night. I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until neither one of us can take it anymore.”
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“You want to fuck me so bad? Then do it, Talon.”
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I refused to lose my heart to someone who was incapable of giving me his.
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You need to concentrate on the good things, no matter how small. Find the good in everything, and suck it out.”
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For the first time, I admitted it to myself. I had fallen in love with Talon. It scared the hell out of me, but it was the truth. Sometimes we were so close I felt like we were one person. And other times, like now, he was miles away, across from me at the table. His walls were up, and the only time he let me through them was when we were intimate.
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“You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted in my life,”
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“You, blue eyes. You are the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”
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Could she be my salvation?
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On my pillow sat one perfect red rose.
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I loved him. I was in love with Talon Steel. All six-feet-three inches of screwed-up man. I didn’t delude myself into thinking he could ever love me back. He had too much baggage. I only wished I knew what it was so I could help him. But did he even want my help? He’d made it pretty clear he didn’t.