“Longing, craving, thirsting, yearning, and a relentless ache that started deep in my gut. These are just a few of the ways to describe how I felt in Aston’s arms. Was there lust? Absolutely. But lust wasn’t what drew my body to his. It wasn’t what made me tremble beneath his touch. It wasn’t what sucked the breath from my lungs as he gave me what I needed and took what he needed. What allowed me to surrender myself into his arms, to make myself vulnerable in every way, to become one with him, was his choice to love me and share his soul with me. He didn’t have to. But instead of letting my shattered soul destroy me, Aston saved me.” ~Rory
“Longing, craving, thirsting, yearning, and a relentless ache that started deep in my gut. These are just a few of the ways to describe how I felt in A
