“Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to worship your body, my lady.” It was already his to do as he pleased with from the kiss alone. And he damned well knew it. “Saints curse me. If you stop, I’ll kill you.” I breathed as his mouth moved along the column of my throat, both devouring and savoring me at once. Goose bumps rose where his stubble passed over my soft skin, and I yearned to feel more of it in other sensitive areas. His clever fingers dipped between the chains holding the side of my gown together, his bare skin on mine sending another heady rush through my veins. “I’m no highborn
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