Cazzo

Merda,

Cazzo,

Cavolo!

Moments like this when rare beauty and pure sexuality mingled in an inseparable union, the ability to express it failed completely save for the language the beholder had been bred in.

And Quinn Andre was damn well doing more than merely beholding the artistic figure before him, curved in the right places and delicate like a porcelain. For a moment when he thought he had lost his mind on catching sight of her body bared to his gaze, he was tempted to caress and care for that porcelain, to keep it from shattering or losing its value.

But that moment was gone as soon as it had flashed into his mind, because every pulse in his body was beating with ravenous desire for her and his senses were alert to capture every moment of the step she took towards him. With specificity on his visual senses which were focused on her, salivating for the sight of her.

She was in front of him and get it felt like a mirage. Clara Lynn had been daring enough to wear nothing under that l