He should have no further trouble from her, he thought in satisfaction. Surely by now she knew his dominance over her. She would submit as easily in all matters as she had in this one. He frowned then. She had submitted, hadn´t she?
Lora LeighAnd he believed because loving her meant believing. It meant trusting. And it meant life. It meant Kell Kreiger was no longer alone
Lora LeighSweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.
Lora LeighTestosterone overload?" Merinus gave an unladylike grunt. "More like asshole overload if you ask me.
Lora LeighShe cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual lifetime she had never known anything like it. Had never tasted such a dark kiss, one that warned her he had no intention of making allowances for sensual inexperience. He was hungry. Needy. And she was the meal he craved.
Lora LeighHe was tall, one of the tallest men she had ever seen. Dressed in jeans, boots and a cotton shirt. Thick black hair grew rakishly long, falling over the collar of his shirt. Intense brown eyes, almost the color of amber, surveyed the diner slowly before coming back to her. Electricity sizzled in the air then, as though invisible currents connected them, forcing her to recognize him on a primitive level. Not that she wouldn’t take notice anyway. He was power, strength, and so incredibly male that her breath caught at the sight of him.
Lora Leigh