“What? You want me to crawl across the floor and beg sweetly from my knees?” “If that’s what you want to do.” “Absolutely not,” she snarled. He shrugged again because now that image was in his head, which was just…fucking fantastic. He was already barely hanging on the way it was. His dragon loved the idea of her on her knees, and his magic loved the idea of… Well, just her. Because now that he was spending so much time with her—alone—the pull he’d been avoiding for years was only getting stronger. But these were thoughts he had no business entertaining. Because she was Theon’s. Mine, his
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