It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.
Lora LeighHe couldn't even find the will to yell at her now. A real man didn't yell at those who weren't exactly sane themselves, he told himself.
Lora LeighSweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.
Lora LeighYour language, dear," Victoria reproved gently. "A lady never curses in public. There are much better ways to handle the delicate male ego." Keiley paused. "With a two-by-four?" she asked. Victoria's lips pursed a smile tugged at her lips. "Only as a last resort," she murmured humorously. "And never in public.
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