He rubbed his thumb over the smoothness of her cheek, thinking she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. “You don’t think you’re worth killing for?”
Her laugh was brittle. “Hardly.”
For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing and the wind gusting through the trees. And then he said, “I disagree.”
She stared up at him, trembling, her eyes filled with the questions she couldn’t put into words.
“I mean it,” he rasped. “I would kill for you. Easily. Without remorse. Again and again.

Autor: Rhyannon Byrd

He rubbed his thumb over the smoothness of her cheek, thinking she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. “You don’t think you’re worth killing for?”<br />Her laugh was brittle. “Hardly.”<br />For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing and the wind gusting through the trees. And then he said, “I disagree.”<br />She stared up at him, trembling, her eyes filled with the questions she couldn’t put into words.<br />“I mean it,” he rasped. “I would kill for you. Easily. Without remorse. Again and again. - Rhyannon Byrd




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