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212 pages, ebook
First published June 12, 2013
"I only had seven minutes," I said, turning back.
"I'm so sorry. I--"
He waved me off. "Fly free, little ballerina. Go."
This was all kinds of fucked up. "So you don't have a bed because I added silently. I glanced at her fort. "So,
Ha. You're sitting across from one.
"(…) But when you trust someone…even if you don't trust someone…you can choose to let those boundaries down. What you experience and what you feel doesn't come from other people. It comes from you."
My breath stuttered in my throat.
"You're--you're t--touching my boundaries."
"Yes, I am. They feel beautiful." He nuzzled his face against my neck.
"You know," he said quietly, "the world won't end when you open your heart to someone. Nothing catastrophic will happen."
"If you truly wish to help her, you must first make peace with what happened to you. Just as the storm must crash before the flowers bloom--"
I was thinking video games, pool tables, maybe a trampoline. That would have been awesome. Yeah, this is not a playroom. This is a sex dungeon. Not the same thing, Liam Wilder. Jesus Christ, these people are naked. And what- what the fuck are they-?
‘I just want to be normal. I need someone to help me. Someone with skills. Someone I can trust.’
Turn off the boundaries in your mind and let me touch you. Let yourself feel whatever you want to feel.
Trust me, please. Love doesn’t have to be a tragic thing.
“I wanted this girl, entitled asshole that I was, but I didn’t deserve her.”
“You can put your bra back on if you want. A lot of people play in clothes.” I turned and gestured around the room, where absolutely no one was playing in clothes. “Maybe not tonight, but…”
“Some part of me was aroused by that trust. Another part of me felt like the wolf leading Red Riding Hood into the forest.”
"Why must it be so literal? Sometimes what wakes you is not a kiss. It is a vision or an action. A feeling. A person you meet, who changes you some way."
"Beautiful and fearless, tender and affectionate and rough and elemental…"
"I’d avoided passion and sex for years because I feared force, because I was afraid to give up control, but somehow he took all of that out of the equation and made me want him."
"For me to survive handling her, for her to survive dealing with me, it had to become about hardcore, focused, balls-to-the-wall sex."
"She stared up at me, and I swear the deeper I thrust inside her, the deeper I fell in love with her.
It was disaster, and bliss."
She held my hand like I had all the answers, like she trusted me implicitly. Some part of me was aroused by that trust. Another part of me felt like the wolf leading Red Riding Hood into the forest.
“Ashleigh was the answer to a prayer I hadn’t even known how to put together. She was all up in my boundaries, and it was a wonderful thing.”
Soon Ash is experiencing pleasure she never knew existed.
She continues to suffer emotionally and she punishes herself relentlessly.
Soon it's not clear who is saving who and Liam is in for more than he bargained for.
Annabel Joseph has done it again. Love her characters, loved this poignant and beautifully broken story. Bravo! There are warnings attached to this book that should be taken seriously. This book addresses tough issues of past abuse. It would be very difficult to read if this was a trigger for you. It is also not a sweet and clean love story. It is dirty and broken and absolutely beautiful. I can not wait to hear Rubio's story!
5 Stars!