Three Black Stallions

Dante was at her side, his athletic frame a study in controlled power. He traced the line of her hip with a slow, deliberate finger, his touch both a promise and a question. "e;You are ready for us, sweet Kathy?"e; he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.She could only nod, her throat tight with a desire so potent it felt like a physical object lodged there. Ready? She had be...