Natasha

“I smiled and rolled onto my side, bringing my arms around her. She wiggled against me, letting me spoon her, and I swept some sweaty hair away from her neck to kiss beneath her ear. “How do you like your new tattoo?”

“I love it. It makes me want to be a bird.”

“You already are a bird.”

“I don’t get to fly.”

“You fly all the time. Haven’t you noticed?”
― Rachael Wade, Declaration

“The kiss wasn’t just any kiss. No, it was a tricky little bastard, because it started out soft and gentle, but shifted gears in a matter of seconds. The moment her response went from surprise to surrender, the kiss turned hard and hungry, launching us into a frenzy of movement. Her arms were around my neck, my hands were moving all over her body, and somehow, in a span of about five seconds, she climbed up me like a tree, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

We spun and bumped into the counter. I reached behind my back with one hand to tighten the cross of her ankles. And then I had her sitting on the edge of the stovetop, my hands exploring the tops of her thighs. I pushed the ruffled skirt hem up and clasped on to her bare, silky skin. Her tongue dove to the back of my throat, sliding over mine like wet, slick velvet.

Holy mother fuck, I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning in this girl.”
― Rachael Wade, Declaration

“My heart and my cock seemed to like the idea, and Whitney made me a slave to both, so my wits were outnumbered.”
― Rachael Wade, Declaration

“And then the lights went low, and our song began.

The song I’d been working on since I’d arrived on the island. The one that morphed into something else entirely, something I never intended it to be. But music is like that. Much like life. It tells the story, it takes the lead.

You’re just along for the ride.”
― Rachael Wade, Declaration