Honor you? he breathed. Sweetest Erienne, how could I not? You are ever in my thoughts, bending me, plucking at the fibers of my mind. The man inside me trembles whenever you’re near, and I groan with agony for the touch of your hand laid upon me in a soft caress.
-Kathleen E. Woodiwiss
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