Daphne

“God, you’re beautiful,” he growled while his cock throbbed with need.
“Ye keep telling me that and ye’ll have me believing it,” she said with the sexiest, most breathless voice he’d ever heard.
His fingers sank into her supple flesh. Her breasts were so full, so pliable, he craved to have his mouth on them, craved to suckle her nipples and listen to every soft moan. “You’d best believe me, because whenever you’re near, I feel like a caveman.”
“A wild beast?”
He nearly roared. “The wildest imaginable.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler's Christmas

“I know who I am, I remember who I was, I dream of who I will be.”
― Marie Drake

“When she straightened, he leaned back in the chair, his eyelids heavy. “My God, woman, you know how to make a man melt.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler's Christmas

“Before Christina could stop herself, her gaze dipped lower. Holy saints, the outline of his manhood stretched the cloth taut. She’d never seen a man so well endowed. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her hand against her forehead and tried not to swoon while she forced herself to snap her gaze to his face. “They’re braies, not box-ers.” She bent down, picked up his blue ones and held them up. “Ye ken?”
“Right, bra-ie-s,” he said as if it were a new word for him. “How do you keep them up?”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler's Christmas