Sylvia Day

   Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness. He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily.

   Gideon knew. He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other's most private wounds and desires.

   The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart

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Bared to You

Srijita Sarkar 

His voice was cultured and smooth, with a rasp that made my stomach flutter. It brought sex to mind. Extraordinary sex. I thought for a moment that he might be able to make me orgasm just by talking long enough.

It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could buy.

His voice had softened, and it stirred an alarming yearning. “Is that what I am? A problem?”

“Absolutely.” But there was a hint of a smile around his lips.

His gasped words were threaded with a hint of delicious agony.

Sex as a sedative seemed to be working, and I was extremely grateful for that.

I went to him and let him pull me into his arms. It was where I wanted to be more than anywhere else.

How deep could a love affair get if you didn’t know the darkest recesses of your lover’s soul?

Petals fell to the countertop like tears.

I’d gotten farther with Gideon in one week than I had with other relationships that lasted two years. I would always love him for that. Maybe I’d always love him, period. 

And one day, that might not hurt so badly.

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