Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
Once more, she curved the scimitar at him, and he blocked it, grasping her by the waist and bringing the flat of the shamshir against her throat. In her ear, he whispered, “Do better than this, Shazi. My queen is without limitations. Boundless in all that she does. Show them.” Her pulse raced at his warmth. In the words and the actions. The nearness of him.
