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" Then allow me to finish it. Categorically. I am happy for you to pursue all the adventure you like. Here. In this house. Under this roof. Drink until you can no longer stand. Curse like a dockside sailor. Set your embroidery aflame, for God’s sake. But, as your elder brother, the head of the family, and the earl,” he stressed the last words, “I forbid you from frequenting taverns, public houses, or other establishments of vice. "
― Sarah MacLean , Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake (Love By Numbers, #1)
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" Él guardó silencio, manoseando el papel entre los dedos, ella suspiró, irritada.
- De acuedo. Es una lista. -alargó el brazo con la palma hacia arriba, esperando que él pusiera allí la nota.
- ¿Qué clase de lista? -preguntó Gabriel con una mirada inquisitiva.
- Una lista personal. -Respondió ella, tratando de imprimir en su voz un tono de femenino desdén, esperando que así se sintiera poco caballeroso y renunciara a aquella batalla en particular.
- ¿Una lista de compras? ¿Una lista de libros impropios que te gustaría leer? ¿una lista de hombres...? -ella se puso colorada antes esa última preguta y él hizo una pausa al tiempo que agrandaba los ojos- Santo Dios, Callie, ¿es una lista de hombres?
Callie golpeó el suelo con el pie, en un gesto repleto de irritación.
- ¡Santo cielo, no! Da igual lo que contenga la lista, Ralston. Lo único que cuenta es que me pertenece.
- Esa no es una buena respuesta, emperatriz -señaló él, y comenzó a abrir la nota. "
― Sarah MacLean , Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake (Love By Numbers, #1)
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" Oh." She moved against him, and it was his turn to gasp. "Oh... that's quite..." She moved again and he stilled her hips with a strong hand, unwilling to trust himself if she continued her rolling motions.
"Indeed," he said, suckling the tip of one breast idly. "It is. Quite."
He retreated almost entirely from her passage and thrust again, a smooth, long movement that chased away the residual pain and replaced it with a spark of pleasure. "Oh... yes."
"Yes?" he teased, repeating the movement.
This time she met his thrust with her own and sighed. "Yes," she agreed.
"My sentiments, exactly," he said, and began to move rhythmically in deep, smooth strokes designed to drive them both wild. After several long moments of his rich caresses, Callie began to move beneath him, canting her hips to increase the pressure of his thrusts.
Ralston shifted to accommodate her body's request, increasing speed and force. Clenching his teeth against the pleasure of her body, so tight and hot around him. Callie began to cry out , little mewling cries of pleasure that made him wild, so real and honest was her passion. "
― Sarah MacLean , Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake (Love By Numbers, #1)