“Your beauty is terribly distracting.” He gives me the sexiest stern look that I devour with greedy eyes. “Yeah?” he says deeply. “Yeah,” I echo, “all the princesses in the land have evacuated their castles in search of this rugged blacksmith who has these hands…” I lift up his hands in mine, his palms calloused from all the rocks he climbs. “…these manly hands that they want slowly stroking their sensitive skin. You’ve unintentionally emptied kingdoms, Ryke Meadows. How do you feel about this?” His rough exterior hardly changes. Even as he says, “I’ve already found my fucking princess.” “I
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