I cannae believe you let me touch you.” His voice grew hoarse. “I shall remember this for all my nights.”
Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this….
“Do not cry.” His thumb went to her cheeks. “Beautiful female of worth, do not cry.

Author: J.R. Ward

I cannae believe you let me touch you.” His voice grew hoarse. “I shall remember this for all my nights.”<br />Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this….<br />“Do not cry.” His thumb went to her cheeks. “Beautiful female of worth, do not cry. - J.R. Ward

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