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For the girls who dream of running through a gothic mansion in nothing but a silken robe while your lover warms your bed . . . this one is for you.
“I thought I was marrying a woman, not a siren. I can still smell the sea on your skin,”
“Good Goddess, Lyren, just say it,” Belle interrupted, barely able to contain her trembling. Lyren briefly paused, and then finally voiced his innermost thoughts. “I’ve never wanted to touch someone so badly.”
you think I’d be here—on your lap, in your arms, if my husband didn’t approve?”
“Get in the tub, Lady Hellthorne.”
“Take me to your bed, then,” Lyren said, fiddling with the drenched dress. “I want to see you laid out all pretty for me.”
“Come, Lady Belle. Let me worship you like Paio worshiped the Goddess Lottie on the sixth day of Eneve.”
