“That’s not living,” I replied, the corner of my lips lifting as I shifted over his hips, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against me in a demand. “So what is?” he asked, like a starving man begging for scraps and my heart hurt as I looked down at him, hating the scars which Lionel had placed upon him inside and out. “Taking hold of every moment and making it count,” I replied. “A life well lived should be full of adventure and danger and passion.”
