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1 " Rosa—I wish—” Her tongue, hot and wet. Her hands grabbing him by the shirt so that he couldn’t get away. “I wish I could give you forever.” “I’ll take tonight. "
― Bec McMaster , My Lady Quicksilver (London Steampunk, #3)
2 " No matter how much she tried to deny this, she felt something for Lynch. Something strong. Something that almost made her feel human again. "
3 " Or perhaps simply the touch of a man, the warm companionship, the feeling that someone would look after her, instead of always being the one to look after everyone else. "
4 " She looked up and Lynch’s knees almost gave at the heated look on her face. “Do you trust me?” she whispered, a slow smile spreading over her lips. Slowly she kissed him through the towel, the touch spearing through his engorged member. Lynch’s other hand hit the column as he shuddered. “Not even an inch,” he told her on a rough laugh, almost an exhale. “What about”—her eyes ran over him—“a good ten inches?” His breath caught. Slowly, she reached up and hooked her fingers in the towel. The tucked end came loose and the rough toweling rasped over his erection as it dragged free. He knew "
5 " Keep the mask," he breathed, and leaned down to kiss her again. "