Anares

“Do you feel that?’ He flattens my palms on his chest and holds them there firmly. ‘It was made to love you, Ava. For too long it was useless, redundant, not required. Now it’s gone into overdrive. It swells with happiness when I look at you. It splinters with pain when we fight. And it beats wildly when I make love to you.”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, This Man Confessed

“He exhales and pushes his lips to the back of my head. "The harder I try not to hurt you, the more I do. I'm hopeless.”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, This Man Confessed

“I’m going to get lost in you,” he breathes, his hand traveling back down the curve of my spine to the rear of my thigh. With one gentle tug, he pulls my leg up to rest against his hip, cupping my bum with his other. He searches my eyes desperately. “There’s something here,” he whispers. “I’m not imagining it.”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, This Man

“My beautiful girl. My defiant temptress. My lady. My angel. My Ava.”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, This Man Confessed