“Of course I want you," he said roughly. "Every thought in my head is of you. Tasting you, touching you, taking you in ways your innocent mind can't even fathom. I don't know a cursed thing about art or music or Aristotle. My every though is crude and base and so far beneath you, it might as well be on the opposite side of the earth.” Tessa DareCorporal ThorneKate Taylor Book:A Lady by Midnight Source: A Lady by Midnight