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Karen Salmansohn
Karen Salmansohn

Karen Salmansohn is a renowned author and speaker, known for her unique visual style and deep psychological insights. Her work spans various domains such as personal growth, relationships, and happiness, aiming to help readers find balance and fulfillment in life. more

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“Thóra glared at him. “I’ve given birth to two children, with all the accompanying pain, blood, placentas, cervical plugs, and God knows what else. I’ll survive.” She folded her arms and turned away from him. “So what do you know about gross stuff?” Matthew did not seem impressed by Thóra’s experience. “Lots of things. But I’ll spare you the details. Unlike you, I have no need to beat my chest.”

“I'm not hungry." "I am." He leaned down and nipped at my bottom lip, pulling a carnal sound from my throat. "For breakfast?" I breathed. I could feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest, pressed against mine. "Something like that." I squealed a laugh as Caspian moved his hands and sank his fingers into my plush thighs, lifting me off the floor as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We didn't go far before he set me down on the cushions in the living area. "Am I going to finally see that tattoo?" he mused. I had to swallow another laugh as I undid my shorts, sliding them off and leaving myself in a pair of pink lace panties, with the tattoo on my hip exposed. Caspian's gaze was hot on the apex of my thighs for a long moment before he moved his attention to the blue lines on my skin, rubbing them gently with the pad of his thumb. "A compass rose," he murmured. "Yeah, I don't know what you know about American teenagers, but every year I think some percentage of us get cringy wanderlust tattoos, and this one was mine," I said. "There, is your curiosity sated?" My attention flew back to the tattoo when a pair of hot lips pressed into it. "It's cute," Caspian said. "But I'm not even close to done exploring you.”