Simone Fernandes

“His wife, whom he loved more than anything in the world, had discovered his deceit and his cruelty, and he had to face the possibility that she’d never look at him the same way again.”
― Daria T. Rowan, His Illegitimate Duchess

“You love me?” He asked in a hoarse voice as he looked into her eyes intently.
“I do,” she admitted shyly.
Colin closed his eyes and exhaled, then opened them again.”
― Daria T. Rowan, His Illegitimate Duchess

“My Nana,” I stopped to swallow that annoying lump in my throat that now accompanied her name, “always said lust looks like love until it’s time to sacrifice, so just please keep your eyes open.”
― Daria T. Rowan, Her Second-Hand Mate

“I smiled. Then I felt his hand in my hair again. He was running his fingers through it, gently at first, but it soon turned into a nape and scalp massage that made me shiver. His touch and proximity were electric, and the tingles I got from our contact were felt everywhere. Everywhere. He was soon poised above me, his gorgeous eyes searching my face for something before he claimed my lips again.
It was even better this time, maybe because of how our bodies were positioned. I arched into him, wanting to feel as much of him as I could, as I tangled my fingers into his too-long hair and devoured his mouth greedily.
Suddenly, nothing mattered more to me in this world than feeling as much of his weight on me as possible.
I was floating despite being weighed down. I kept moaning shamelessly into his mouth and I could feel how much he loved it. I guessed that was how the marking worked. I could truly feel his enjoyment in my bones, and it spurred me on more than anything.”
― Daria T. Rowan, Her Second-Hand Mate