He latched, voraciously, onto one thick nipple and rolled the other between his fingers. Passion bit back a cry at the hard pull of his mouth. This was a very good historical romance. I loved the interactions between Passion and Mark. Yet she arched against him, offering herself as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him close. The minor characters and blackmail scheming made for an intriguing story that kept me hooked until the end. He fed upon her longer and more insatiably than he had the day before. However, I found myself distracted by the numerous pages of sexual acts after the initial two. Frankly, in my head it was “read that, move on” because it was the same sex act repeatedly just different day, different time.And every swath of his tongue, every hungry suck, sent a spiraling bolt of pleasure straight to her womb. In addition, if I ever read “quivering quim” again, I may just vomit. Nevertheless, other than the repetitive vanilla sex, I really liked the story.
