Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

I would happily commit sacrilege for her. I would condemn myself to hell in exchange for this one blessed, blissful moment in her arms.

I liked that he was huge and aggressive and growly and could pick me up with one arm and maneuver me into any position imaginable.

My body reacted as though I was made for his touch. Everything he did, every kiss, every caress, was a long, languorous expedition in seduction.

When he grabbed my throat and took my mouth, I tasted the depth and intensity of his emotion.

He took me with every ounce of passion in his body, holding my gaze, kissing my mouth, gripping my throat, and grinding his hips. Magnus didn’t just make love to me. He made love to me harder than any man ever could.