"They did!” she squealed spontaneously. She took a deep breath and inhaled slowly. Was that Isabella clapping her hands? “Yes, I so much want to marry you, Doug Forsyth.” She moved into his arms as gracefully as she could manage. Once again she couldn't stop the tears. She gave up trying. She leaned back on the bed. “Please, husband to be, come and fill me. I need to feel you inside of me. I hope you have as strong a need to feel my heat."
Doug skimmed his hard penis. “Don't ever question that."
She reached for him and guided him toward her slick folds. He entered her smoothly. “There,” she moaned, wiggling a little to seat him properly. “So right. Don't move, Doug. Let's just hug each other, forever."
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About the Author
—Adriana Kraft is really two people, which may be why she so passionately enjoys reading and writing erotic romance.
A married couple, “she” teaches college, specializing in human services and criminal justice. She's lived and worked in many parts of the US and has traveled widely, providing her with a wealth of settings for her books. She hopes readers will relish her novels at least half as much as she has relished writing them, and she highly recommends sharing the sizzling fiction with a partner. It may take longer to finish the book, but Adriana believes a good book is meant to be savored!
Some of the things Adriana loves:
A summer prairie meadow at twilight—mourning doves calling quietly, long shadows as the sun drops to the horizon, deer grazing watchfully in the distance, the hint of an evening breeze that sends the Queen Anne's Lace bobbing softly.
Rainbows after any storm—especially double rainbows glowing bright against the dark rolling cloudbank after a sudden downpour.
New York—Visiting with our son over breakfast croissants and strong coffee at a favorite Brooklyn Deli, catching the latest Broadway shows, watching the crowds, plunging into the pace of city life (and going home again).
The North Woods—lazy afternoons drifting in a canoe and hoping the fish don't bite, eagles soaring overhead, ravens tumbling magically in play, the plaintive call of the loons at dusk, shimmering northern lights filling the inky night sky.
Long conversations over lattes.
Four very special boxer dogs full of exuberance and mischief one minute and curled up next to us snuggling on the bed the next (yes, they do all fit).
Sitting by the fireplace on a snowbound Sunday afternoon sipping a favorite chardonnay (sometimes we let our characters do this, too!).
The simple miracle of being alive.
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