“I love you,” she whispered, her voice becoming husky and lustful. My heart twitched as she caressed my chest leisurely, taking every curve and muscle in the palm of her hand. I heaved a breath of pleasure when she kissed my neck with pure virtuousness, her hands roaming to my back to pull me closer.

“I love you, too…” I returned the emotional words, bringing her on my lap and bruised her with a passionate kiss. It was the best moment I had spent with her so far, other than our first night together. Loving her was the best endowment I could ever have.

Nestling myself between her silky ivory legs, I continued to kiss her, my hands delicately roaming her body. I could never get enough of her, the love I felt for her was way over my bloody might. She had become my obsession, my reason for living.  A moan escaped her mouth as I nibbled her neck considerately. I heard her giggle when I kissed her soft spot. I knew it would tickle her, and I continued to fondle it. She laughed uncontrollably, squirming in my arms, and asked me to stop. When I did, she hastily pushed me back against the smooth sand...

-Excerpt from To Love so Much, Chapter Nine