“ His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo. ”
She blinked her eyes open, her lips parted and cheeks flushed, looking every bit like a goddess before him. And if he were a better man, he wouldn’t have been able to taint such purity. But he wasn’t a better man, and there was no turning back now.
~ A. Zavarelli
My heart is a compass, and it always leads me back to you.
She made the beast rear its ugly head. Stirred fantasies in my mind I would have never otherwise entertained. Owning her wasn’t enough. Controlling her didn’t douse the inferno blazing inside me.
He tastes like mint and posession and fire.
