Thursday, August 17, 2017

The White Lily by Juliette Cross




Friedrich is good on a woman's ego, “look at me, Brennalyn.” His voice trembled with anger, not unlike how she’d heard him today when he’d pinned her in the snow. “You are a whole woman.” His mouth firmed against hers, insisting she pay attention. She did. He deepened the kiss, penetrating with his tongue, all heat and strength, much like the man . He broke the kiss to skate down the side of her neck, nipping with teeth but not breaking the skin. “All woman.” I loved Friedrich, the bood started out a tad bit slow but then it picked up.

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