erotic-romance

Miles just smiled and felt her love flow around his own. Yet inside his love was a rock, and it had the words __ayback is sweet_ written in large letters on it. He laughed and she looked up at him and saw the hard glint in his eyes. __h oh!_ was all she said. He laughed again deep in his chest. She kissed him happily. She sucked at his throat. She, as much as he, would enjoy the struggle that would follow.Part of the joy of their love was this constant battle to top the other. Kate was excellent at beginning these battles and sometimes even won them. Yet her weakness was that she submitted naturally. She knew it and he knew it. From her point of view the skill of the game was in keeping his Dom side distracted enough so she could submit to him before he took her. Miles smiled as he realised that whoever won was largely irrelevant to their love. Yet he liked to win; and so did she. (Journey Into Submission, eXtasy)

Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She__ offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.

One song bled into another and they remained locked together, neither willing to break the intimacy that surrounded them, concealing them in the small space the two occupied.

Bree shot to her feet and glared at him. __ook all you want, Brianna. That was the deal, remember? Until Arturo is found, I__ not leaving you alone._ Alessandro stared down at her with immovable stubbornness. __ow am I gonna explain you to my grandfather? And what if the rest of my family is there?_ __ello O__eiley family, you remember Alessandro, the father of my child, the man that I love, the light of my life, ma raison d'être_ __re you done?_ Bree asked cocking an eyebrow. __epends, are you quite ready to go? Look, you can explain that I__ there for answers too. My father__ involvement in this vendetta directly influences my own future and that of my child.

And Lord knows there are more than enough rooms to love someone properly, even if they don't all have floors or ceilings.

He took a step back and stared down at her, and she watched the cold mask slowly slip back over his face. __o_that__ it? You just decide I__ not good enough to be with and-_ __h, Alessandro no! You know that__ not-_ __ell, let me tell you something, if you think you__e going to keep me away from my baby-_ __o,_ Bree promised. __ou can see him anytime you want_at my apartment._ He laughed bitterly and sniffled. __ou know something ironic, Brianna? You__e probably the only woman who could have turned me into that man that you deem worthy of your love,_ Alessandro walked towards the door and opened it. __addy?_ a small voice called out. Both Alessandro and Bree turned to Will wearing identically stunned expressions. __an you stay wif me __ill I go sleep __ain?_ Alessandro choked on a sob and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

It was damn hard leaving you,_ he said. __ was afraid that if I didn__, you__ be killed or tortured, or we both would._-Kathy Kulig, Red Tape

Take the pleasure I'm giving you as a vow, pet. If you leave me, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth. There won't be a place you hide where I can't find you. I will never stop looking. I will never give up. I will never let you go when I can save you. - Mitchell Thorpe

She took one look at Alessandro and Bree and placed a hand on her chest. __esus, Mary and Joseph. Francesca, lass. Is that you?_ And then she fainted. __oly shit!_ Bree rushed to the fallen nun's side, ignoring Sister McReady__ scowl of disapproval at her language. __ommy! You killed da penguin lady!_ Will cried out in surprise. Bree lightly slapped the old woman__ face and felt a rush of relief when the Mother Superior stirred. The last thing she needed on her conscience was a dead nun. The old woman__ blue eyes opened and anger filled them when her gaze shifted to Alessandro. __ou. You spawn of the devil. Why don__ ye take yerself back where ye came from and leave our poor Francesca alone?_ __h, Mother Superior, yer confused is all. Come now. On yer feet, mum,_ Sister McReady said helping the old woman up. __h, I__ sorry. Sister. Francesca was my great aunt. My name is Bree._ __ree? Jaysus but it__ a ridiculous resemblance it is,_ the old woman panted, holding her chest. __nd you?_ She asked turning to Alessandro. __f course yer not Adriano Dardano, of course but I__l be a drunken fairy if yer not the spitting image of that demon of temptation, sent to corrupt our poor Francesca. Such a good girl she was,_ Sister Brannigan murmured, tears filling her eyes. __uch a good girl.

Scorching heat radiates across the cheek of my ass from his open palm.__hit!_ I cry out.Another blistering sting connects with the other cheek.__atch your mouth!_____ sorry Sir, but jeez _ it hurts.___ promise you _ not as much as it could have,_ he sneers with a wicked gleam. __ow, bend across the desk.

It's fun being a girl.

Tsk, Tsk, Sunshine. I believe I have a wanton wench on my hands. Unfortunately for you, I'm in control here, not you.

Okay?_ Even if she deserved to be punished, he always let her know he cared about her.

I'll wait for you as long as it takes, Evan," he says."I'll test your patience," I warn, my smile beginning to show itself again."You already do.

She walked slowly towards him, taking in how he looked so eerily still. __kay you,_ she said, her voice choked. __e have to have a talk. I know you__e a Dardano, but a wedding reception in the ICU? Not so classy._ She lowered her head, her attempt at levity falling flat under the weight of her heartbreak. She blinked back her tears and cupped his face. __ou listen to me, okay? You are not leaving me. You__e not allowed. You__e going to fight, understand? Alessandro, I will not bury another husband. Do you hear me? I refuse to grieve for you. That is not even an option because you are my life._ She kissed his forehead, the beeping of the heart monitor and the respirators the only sounds in the room. __unny huh? I spent so much time pushing you away and here I am begging you to stay. Not just for me, but for our boys. Will__ already lost one father, don__ you leave him too. And Gianni_don__ you dare leave him nothing but stories about some man in a picture frame._ Bree took his hand, rubbing his ring finger. __lease, Alessandro. Fight. I won__ survive without you. I won__._ She kissed his palm. __e__e fought too hard for you to just give up when we__e finally going to be happy. Dammit Alessandro, you owe me! You owe me a life, a happy life together. So don__ you dare die on me. Don__ you leave me to deal with that son of a bitch father of yours by myself._ She covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle her sobs. She leaned down and kissed his still mouth. __ love you_I love you so much_ Her tears fell on his face as she rested her forehead against his.

He shouldn't want to see her, but he did. He shouldn__ want to know how she felt, how she tasted, but he did. He shouldn__ want to know what food she liked or what she thought about when she was alone. He shouldn__ want to know what her favorite music was or what she did when she wasn't modeling, if she did anything at all, but he did. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Razel D__unz; the real Razel. No makeup. No costumes. No lights or camera.

Alessandro gathered her into his arms and flipped her over so that she was on top of him, her blonde hair falling over him like a gold curtain. The strands tickled his face as she righted herself over him. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as he pushed up inside of her, and Alessandro reached up, bringing her mouth down, wanting to taste that swollen lip. Her breath wafted over his face, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her down as he pushed up deeper, wanting to fill her to her very soul.

When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul_ ~ Ripp Collins