“hers was something else. I’d defeated my addictions years ago, but now I’d picked up a new one. She cupped my face and then dug her hand into my hair as she breathed into my mouth between kisses. She hooked her arms under my shoulder and clawed at my back with her sharp nails, panting and scratching, her sex gripping me and coating me in the desire she felt for me. “Bastien…I’m falling for you.” Her words didn’t halt my movements, didn’t interrupt the moment. Only when we were locked together in passion so hot it burned us like a pyre and sent our souls to the heavens did she show who she really was, show how she really felt about me. It was like a safe I had to crack over and over again, a code she changed every few hours. But when that door unlocked, it was worth all the effort—to take another piece of her treasure. “I already fell for you, sweetheart.”
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Penelope Sky,
The Carver