Sylvain Reynard

Then I’m glad I’m your first.”

She tightened her grip on his hand. “You’re my last, Gabriel. My only.”

Being without you, Julianne, is like enduring an endless night without stars.

Without her, his life had been lonely and small

For years and years

the age of twenty-three, Julia Mitchell was still a virgin,

No man had ever come close to comparing to him; no feelings of affection had ever approximated the love and devotion he inspired in her.

confident of her regard for him.

That sick fucker really did a number on her.

might decide it’s a taste you want to acquire, once you’ve tried it a few times.”

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