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" A friend. A companion. A beautiful, passionate lover to spend the days and nights with. A woman to carry my children, a partner to share the triumphs and failures. A woman I can share my dreams with, and who will share hers with me. A woman who I can comfort and hold in times of need, and who will hold me when I am weak , and sorrowful, and in need of the sort of succor only a wife can give her husband. A woman who I so desperately want to make love to. You, Lucy, you are that woman. "
― Charlotte Featherstone , Pride & Passion (The Brethren Guardians, #2)
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" I’m a hedonist, and you, Jane, my wife, should know that about me. You’ve shared my body and bed, you know things about me that no other soul on earth does. Who can I not be a sensualist with than, you, Jane? Who else to act out my wicked fantasies, than the woman who inspires them? There is no shame in fantasies, in pleasure. Who other than us needs to know what we’ve done, what brings the other pleasure? "
― Charlotte Featherstone , A Very Sinful Valentine (Addicted, #2.2)
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" This was the scene she saw in her mind. What he needed--or at least wanted. Submission.
Stepping around the chair, she stood before him. Dropping the sheet she had used to wrap around herself, she stood before him, naked, listening to his sharp inhalation of breath.
Then, she lay at his feet, just as she saw in his mind.
"No," he whispered, but she knew this was what he wanted. Her to come to him willingly. To accept him as he was. "
― Charlotte Featherstone , Lust (The Sins and The Virtues, #1)
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" Jane, look at me,” he asked, and when she did, he knew she was seeing what she needed in his eyes.
“You are the only woman for me–it‟s only ever been you. I told you once before, that I have never loved before you, and I will never love again. Jane,” he said, forcing her face to down to his. “There is no condition on my love. No end to my desire. Don‟t put them there, my love. "
― Charlotte Featherstone , A Very Sinful Valentine (Addicted, #2.2)
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" [Jane] “You know how I feel about you. About what we share. I did not mean it in such a way.”
“No?” he whispered wickedly, his gaze finding hers, latching on with strength and determination. “I don‟t believe you. I think you had better show me, Jane.”
She kissed him, slow, lazily, her lips moving over his mouth, slowly winding, becoming deeper, sensual, and then slowly her tongue penetrated his mouth, touching his tongue, flicking around the tip of his. He groaned, wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her up against his bulging phallus that felt so large and hard. Her core ached, needing that deep inside her. "
― Charlotte Featherstone , A Very Sinful Valentine (Addicted, #2.2)
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" Don’t” be shocked, Jane,” he murmured as he lifted her higher, and poised her at the tip of his cock. “Don‟t be embarrassed. Not with me. You‟re gorgeous, and everything about you is perfect.”
She nodded, met his gaze, and they held each other as she sunk down slowly upon him, impaling herself.
She cried out, her hand flying to her lower belly.
“Feel me all the way up there, do you my love?”
She nodded, began to move, and he let her, just felt her body move and undulate beneath his palms. "
― Charlotte Featherstone , A Very Sinful Valentine (Addicted, #2.2)