“Yet he tasted like whiskey; hit her veins like a stiff drink on an empty stomach, carried her off like an opiatic dream. He kicked what was solid out beneath her and seized her sharply, breathlessly, like a coil around her throat.” SexLustInfatuation Book:Children of Promise Source: Children of Promise
“She could have him swinging from the trees by nightfall--he wanted to do so much more than kiss her now.” DangerousDangerLustKiss Book:Suffering Fools Source: Suffering Fools