“I crave your lips.” His breath was sweet. “Give me but one taste and I shall ask no more.”
“I shall tell you a truth . . . your lips taste of sweet ripened berries. I should be so forward as to take them in degust. And if it cannot be so, then I shall kneel until that day in purgatory.”
“Ask nothing more of me sweet;All I can give you I give;Heart of my heart were it more,More would be laid at your feet..”
“Looking up, he met her startled gaze. 'Let down your guard, Honor. Let me in. Let me love you.' He kissed her lips, tasted the sweetness of her breath. 'Trust me. I won't ever 'urt you.”
“And then I tasted nothing but his sweet lips, pressed firmly to mine, as I kissed him like it was my job.”
“Give me this one night, Em, please.Let me feel the softness of your skin.Let me taste the sweetness of your flesh.Let me feel your warmth.”