“I’d never wanted to fuck someone’s insecurities more than I do yours.” He bit my earlobe softly, hands running up and down my arms. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Ariadne. What to you seems fat, to me looks grabbable, kissable, and so utterly soft, I want to lose myself in your curves. The sweet arch of your ass has been calling my name since you first walked out on me, hips swinging like you knew where my eyes strayed.”
Book:Vow of Hell