Nobody else gets to see you like that,” he declares. “Ye’re claimed.” His words douse me in gasoline. His eyes light the match. And when he grinds himself against me, all that’s left to do is burn for him.

-A. Zavarelli

Select a background
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image

More quotes by A. Zavarelli