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“He smirked. “You must be, for I have never seen anyone as divine.” His hands gripped her waist, and he pulled her against him. A heartbeat later his mouth claimed hers. It wasn’t a soft, tentative kiss. There was surety, ownership. It left no doubt that he was hers. “Or delicious.” He kissed her again. “Or sexy. You are a goddess of desire, drawing me in, infusing yourself into my every thought—I’ve never wanted anything more than you, Laya.” — J.M. Kearl
He smirked. “You must be, for I have never seen anyone as divine.” His hands gripped her waist, and he pulled her against him. A heartbeat later his mouth claimed hers. It wasn’t a soft, tentative kiss. There was surety, ownership. It left no doubt that he was hers. “Or delicious.” He kissed her again. “Or sexy. You are a goddess of desire, drawing me in, infusing yourself into my every thought—I’ve never wanted anything more than you, Laya.