Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)

by Grace Reilly

“This is just as important to me,” he says as he strokes his fingertips over the scrap of fabric. “I want to hear every moan, every whimper, and every time you say my name. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and I want to fucking hear it.”

If I have my way, I’ll spend the rest of my life worshipping at the altar of her body.