"The kiss he gives me is not romantic and sweet. It is dark, possessive and wild, exactly like him. His tongue probes my lips and demands entrance, and I obediently comply, nearly shamed by my lust for him. His aggression, so tightly contained, unravels in a passionate fury. I’ve longed for this since I first saw him. I moan into his mouth, the feeling so fluid and perfect that I begin to wonder if it could be real, if any of this is real."

- Vail Fillion, Naughty in Norway

Christine Edwards author
Christine Edwards Erotic Romances

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