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She had never been so affected by the idea of intimacy, but there was something about his eyes; something warm, and gentle even though she felt transparent every time he turned his attention on her; like he could see her, really see her. The idea of being so exposed to someone...it took her breath away.
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rapunzel
erotic-romance
razel-dazzle
urban-fairytale
fairytale-retelling
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Elizabeth Morgan |
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Daughter, he said in a voice like old wood breaking, can you ever forgive me? I could only answer his question with one of my own. Putting my hand over his mouth, I whispered, Which of us would not sell all we had to stay alive?
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Emma Donoghue |
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She was exquisite. She tasted, smelled, and felt right in every way to him, but as they collapsed into bed, sated and finally ready to sleep, it was the shy girl who had entered his arms. It was she who caressed his cheek while kissing him deeply and softly, her delicate fingers exploring his arms and back, sending shivers through him that always hit his heart. The china doll. It was she who fell asleep upon his chest with her arms wrapped around him. There was a want inside her, and he had felt it in every way. The last thought of his night was simply that he wanted to be the one to know her. To free her.
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erotic-romance
razel-dazzle
urban-fairytale
fairytale-retelling
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Elizabeth Morgan |
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Under the thousand crystal candelabras I danced with ten elderly gentlemen who had nothing to say but did not let that stop them. I answered only, Indeed and Oh yes and Do you think so?
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fairytale-retelling
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Emma Donoghue |
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My names were hand-me-downs too: girl, the creature, or, most often, you there.
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fairytale-retelling
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Emma Donoghue |