Stephanie Witter
He nibbled on my lower lip again and pulled away, his breathing loud and labored. I opened my eyes and met two blue orbs so dark with desire that it almost made me lose all train of thought and strip naked. His lips were red and a little swollen from our kiss. And I'd be damned if I didn't want to nibble on his lower lip, too.
— Stephanie Witter
He smiled wickedly, and my body warmed. "Girls dig bad boys." "Unfortunately, that's true." "Is there a message, Bridge?" "In your dreams," I replied with a roll of my eyes, but it was all an act because there was a message there. I wanted him. I was screwed ― Uh, bad choice of words.
— Stephanie Witter
He tilted my head up with his index finger. Tingles spread on my skin. "Pain, obstacles, betrayal and all shitty things that happen in life shape everyone, just as much as good things do. Don't regret anything if in the end you can say you're an amazing woman.
— Stephanie Witter
His grip on my shoulder tightens. His other hand behind my head caresses me softly, and I sigh." Touch me, Skye." His voice is rough, almost sounding like a groan.
— Stephanie Witter
I closed my eyes, and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.
— Stephanie Witter
If you were ready to sleep with me, we wouldn't be in this bar, but in my room not wasting any more time.
— Stephanie Witter
I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck-up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. —Nolan
— Stephanie Witter
I listen closely to her breathing getting slower, deeper until her hand settles over my heart, only beating for her. — Duke
— Stephanie Witter
I love you, Skye. You’re in my heart, in my head, under my skin. You’re my present and my future.
— Stephanie Witter
I love you to insanity. I'm not even sure if it's a good thing.'' — Duke
— Stephanie Witter
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