By now, it had become so easy to just melt in his arms, without question or doubt. His lips knew where to kiss me, how to kiss me, and his fingers slid against my skin as if they had done it a thousand times. He pinned my hand down to the bed.
We moved slowly, quietly—bare skin to bare skin. He was slow, as if cherishing every moment, and his kisses traced every scar, small or big, on my skin.
There are many things in this world that are still a mystery to me. I have been writing since I was 15, on and off. I try to sustain myself financially while doing what I love, but to strive financially, I often lose the drive to write the stories I enjoy and love. It would be my great honor to share my world of fiction, fantasy, and romance with you all. So if you love the stories I write, any support will be appreciated. With All the love ~Violet
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