If aught must be lost, โtwill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, โtwill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, โtwill be my life for yours. I am Given.
Karen Marie MoningAs his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo.
Karen Marie Moning