A friend. A companion. A beautiful, passionate lover to spend the days and nights with. A woman to carry my children, a partner to share the triumphs and failures. A woman I can share my dreams with, and who will share hers with me. A woman who I can comfort and hold in times of need, and who will hold me when I am weak , and sorrowful, and in need of the sort of succor only a wife can give her husband. A woman who I so desperately want to make love to. You, Lucy, you are that woman.
Charlotte FeatherstoneGo to hell," she snapped, hating how he made her lose her cool elegance.
"Already been, my dear. The service was not up to my standards."
Elizabeth and Iain.
The power of a kiss is a heady pleasure, one that teases the mind, warms the heart, lifts the soul and tempts the body.
Charlotte FeatherstoneI wasn’t drunk,” Alynwick grumbled. “I tchin’ for a fight, aye, but no’ drunk.”
“Careful,” Black said with some amusement, “your cultured English accent is giving way to your heathen Highland one.
I’m still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort of man you deserve. I want so much to deserve you. To be worthy of a woman like you.
Charlotte FeatherstoneWords are so very difficult to take back and forget. Memories fade with time, but words never do. They linger in our minds, our hearts, haunting us.
Charlotte FeatherstoneTag: words
This was the scene she saw in her mind. What he needed--or at least wanted. Submission.
Stepping around the chair, she stood before him. Dropping the sheet she had used to wrap around herself, she stood before him, naked, listening to his sharp inhalation of breath.
Then, she lay at his feet, just as she saw in his mind.
"No," he whispered, but she knew this was what he wanted. Her to come to him willingly. To accept him as he was.
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