You know I’ve put on, like, fifteen pounds of muscle since I met you? Because you get me worked up and then I can’t get off on my own because if feels wrong, and I need to let it out, so I work out. You turn me on, just breathing.
Jasinda WilderYou’re so fucking gloriously gorgeous that I literally cannot stand it. I’m having to remind myself to keep breathing, because you take my breath away.
Jasinda WilderI’m a guy. I pee and I miss the toilet. I take shits. I eat cheeseburgers. I watch baseball and drink beer.
Jasinda WilderYou make me feel alive, Grey. And… I love that feeling.
Jasinda WilderWhat do you need, baby? Tell me, so I can give it to you.
Jasinda WilderIn person… he’s beyond perfection. I can’t look away from him, but his beauty burns me, like staring into the sun. And now he’s in my club, and he’s staring at me expectantly, and I can’t move. His eyes are quicksilver, a changeable hazel. He’s too beautiful for words, and I’m not sure what to do. My body won’t work.
Jasinda WilderDawson…” It’s a whispered plea, but I don’t know if I’m asking for more or begging him to stop.
Jasinda WilderAnd you were this… this glorious creature. You were like an angel, trapped in hell.
Jasinda WilderHis lithe and lethal grace is hypnotic, too, in the way he moves like a leopard in the African grass, even if it’s just striding down a sidewalk. I got sucked into all this, but I can’t afford to let it…
Jasinda WilderI’m already losing myself in him, losing track of who I was and who I am and where that stops and he begins.
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