Perhaps the best way for you to ensure my trust is to make love to me as I deserve to be loved.” At her command, he lifted her into his arms and circled the bed to set her carefully on the mattress. Kneeling at the side of the bed, his gaze met hers, and he bowed his head.“I am yours to command, my Lady.”“Then come to bed, my love. I need your arms to keep me warm and your body to fill me until I shatter like glass.
Monica Burns, His Mistress
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