Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin. Wanting a man who was sin itself.
Elizabeth Hoyt
Will ye come with me? He whispered. And she answered without hesitation. Yes, please.
silence elizabeth-hoyt
She opened her mouth wide in a silent scream and his release caught him, hard and fast as he kissed her openmouthed. He tore his mouth from hers and shouted his triumph. She was his, now and forevermore, until the end of time, until the seas ran dry and man no longer roamed the earth, amen. His and only his. She slumped against him, the scent of their passion musky in the night air. Sleep, he murmured to her, and held her against himself, his c*ck still buried deep. She was caught and he had no intention of ever letting her go.
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