" Moore…” she murmurs, turning over in her sleep. “Cold.” With my heart pinwheeling, I lunge toward the side of the bed and crawl in beside her, nearly moaning out loud when she snuggles up against me, face in my throat, her smooth nudity turning my cock to stone. Christ. How many times can we have sex before it’s too much? These are things I don’t know. "

― Jessa Kane , Breaking the Bully