“Sacrifices are made in the name of love,
“Sacrifices are made in the name of love,no matter what it is we love.”
no matter what it is we love.”A sculpted thigh slid snugly into the hollow of a hip, a small face lay cradled in the dip of a broad shoulder, a full, fleshy chest lay welcomed upon a firm, accommodating one. Nearly a foot different in height and yet their bodies entwined with the strangest coupling of precise melding. Viviana languished there, Sansone’s body encompassing hers, in perfect harmony.
I am lost, she thought. I cannot tell where I end, and he begins.
I am lostI cannot tell where I end, and he begins.It was the most sensual moment of her life. It was an embrace one could live upon for a very long time—if needs be such.
Did he feel her smile fade? He lifted his he
