Bewitching Rhaego (Clecanian, #8)

by Victoria Aveline

What if keeping hold of him like this was as off-putting as someone walking around gripping a handful of your hair and pretending like it wasn’t strange?

She wanted to climb her sad demon husband like a tree

“The Goddess was unreasonably generous when she formed you.” Aurora’s skin warmed, her body swaying closer to his. He met her eyes. “It would be blasphemous to hide the fruits of her labor.”