Griffin leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble only I can hear. There are things I could boast about, but I'd rather show than tell.
~ Amanda Bouchet
His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, You're living fire. I burn.
I want you. I need you. For as many hours as possible, I don't want to think about anything but you.
