You are strong and patient,
Willing to take control.
You are courageous enough to act on your passion.
You are the calm in my storm,
My lifeboat in the rough sea of emotion.
You bind me to your heart with chains of love.
You are the one that haunts my dreams

You take my wrists ( Read more... )

Scarred ( Read more... )

For the first time ( Read more... )

His lips were upon mine, crushing against me with a burning passion. I sucked in a breath, my body reacting before I realized what was happening. When had this happened? When had we stopped talking? I coudldn't remember. All I could feel was his lips, his hands, and my mind reeled ( Read more... )

Taste the salt upon your lips,
For the tears are genuine.
Drawn from the depths of who I am,
The very core of my soul.
Given freely in pain and honesty.

She paused before the sofa, not sure where he intended for her to be. She turned in time to feel the pressure of his hand against her shoulder. It was enough to make her fall against the soft cushions. Yet, even this was graceful. To him, it seemed she floated, landed on a cloud. He smiled, his eyes grew darker with desire as he drank in her form. ( Read more... )

It seemed an enternity that she kneeled there. In reality, it had only been perhaps a few minutes. She heard the car pull into the drive, and resisted the urge to squirm in her excitement. One must always remain composed, after all. She drew her kneel straighter, pushing her thighs a touch further apart. Her hands rested upon them, palms up. Her ( Read more... )

She stood before the mirror. Her thick, dark, hair fell in cascading waves down her back, still wet from the shower she'd taken only a short time before. Drops of water trailed down her body, along the gentle slope of her breats, hovering for a moment at her erect nipples before falling to the flat plane of her belly. Pale blue eyes lifted to ( Read more... )

Atol and Cerdic entered the camp to the jovial calls of their hunting mates. Atol had the feral beauty slung over his shoulder, his hand firmly placed at the back of her knees to keep her from kicking. He had learned in the journey that she would, indeed, kick. And hard. She twisted and squirmed in an attempt to see what faced Atol. Whatever it was ( Read more... )