3 Quotes by Arla Dahl

A witch so bold would not flinch, no matter how harsh her punishment might be, though his wish was for her to feel every strike.

He guided her hands lower, over her own soft belly, her hips, the tops of her thighs. The oils they spread there left a sheen upon her flesh. A sheen that glistened as firelight and shadows caroused about the space. His grasped her wrists and he urged her hands to her back once again. “Clasp them,” he said and she did.

Her face burned with shame. Even wedded and sharing a bed, no man would touch a woman as he had touched her.