Edible

God is there anything sexier than a man who reads? Yes Rachel decided, there is something sexier. A bossy man that reads—that is sexier.

It's beating hard because it wants the one it loves to feel it.

How is it that you make me want so many things I had sworn I could do without?

I don't know how it happened, and I don't know why, but this-- what she and I have-- it's solid. You don't need to worry about her. I'd rather cut off my own arms than hurt a single purple hair on her head. I'll look after her.

I want to take you up to my bed, lay you down in it, and slide so deep inside you that I have trouble remembering what it's like to be apart from you. And, Rachel?" "Yes?" "I want you to let me.

Thank you for my surprise. Now, I won't be able to eat a caramel without thinking about being balls deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.

As she drifted off to sleep, she found herself wondering if Cole Madison knew that he had somehow managed to infiltrate her body, mind, and soul.

Let go, Rachel. Let go, and lie down with me. Close your eyes, and forget everything. Tomorrow will be here soon enough, and you can argue with me then.

Suck me, Rachel. Put those sticky lips around my cock and suck it good.

You like pink?" Cole touched her again though the damp material. "Yes, Rachel, especially your sweet pink pussy.

You can hang on to me.

Songs seem to live in the soul even when everything else leaves

I don’t want to tie you to a bed or strap you to a cross. I want you to willingly want every single thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to.” Biting her earlobe, he then added, “And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you.

Don’t you dare scream. I do not want to end up as tonight’s gossip. But I do want to end up with some part of me inside you.

You’re the best fucking thing my eyes have ever seen.

Now. How do I keep you?” He turned his head on the pillow, so their eyes met. Rachel couldn’t help the silly grin that came to her lips. “Keep me?” Laughing, she scooted in close, and flippantly, she joked, “Well, you could always marry me.