“She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. "More licking. Less talking.”

“Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt. "I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing. "You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddes...”

“Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt. "I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing. "You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddes...”

“She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. "More licking. Less talking.”

“Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt. "I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing. "You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddes...”

“GEN: What you are doesnt matter to me. Who you are does.”

“And oh, how she pitched herself into things. She would draw pictures all day long for weeks on end, then throw out the pencils and never draw another thing. Then it was embroidery with her, she had...”

“I knew the woodsy fragrance that accompanied Reed was his natural scent. It was one of the many things that made him hard to resist.”

“My whole world started to tilt. I could feel it, sliding ever so slightly off center.”