2 Quotes by Alexandra Sellers

Think of opening your legs to my kiss, Anna," he commanded, watching how desire burned her and made her tremble, devouring her need. "Think of my tongue, my mouth, think how the heat will stir you, make you need what only I give you. How you will cry out, and beg for more.

In the desert we first make sure that a woman longs for the kiss, and then we kiss her without asking.