I stepped around him, but he caught me up, lifting me off the ground, one arm beneath my hips, one braced around my back. He walked back to the thick furs where he slept and laid me down on them. This is not my duty. Or my desire. “It is both,” he responded, his arrogance setting my teeth on edge. NO. “Yes.” Lust is different from desire. There are women who will gladly assuage your lust. I will not. “You want me. I heard it. I feel it.”
I REALLY don’t like him
