Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?โ Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. โIt was like being owned.โ Some women like that.โ Not me.โ Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.โ I doubt it. I couldnโt breathe with him kissing me.โ One day you may kiss a man you canโt breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.โ Right, and one day my prince might come.โ I doubt heโll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.
Karen Marie MoningIf 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 MoningBeautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.
Karen Marie MoningCat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet
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