|Cover by Renee Rocco, Lyrical Press Inc.|
“Quin…” He could not find any words beyond her name. His hands traveled upward, caressing her back. Her skin felt like flame wrapped in velvet, and the pleasure he drew from it echoed in her thoughts and flowed back, augmenting his own.
The euphoria flickered for a moment and dimmed. Quin pushed him back gently, her hands on his chest.
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