“You're always so put together. So polished. I like seeing you undone." Blythe gasped as he took hold of her hips, pressing her against the shed. "Good, Sweetbrier." His voice was a raw husk, the brogue of it thicker than she'd ever heard. I want to be undone by you.” FateBlythe HawthorneAris DrydenWisteriaawthorne Book:Wisteria Source: Wisteria