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“I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman with a sense of humor before.” “What, you expected us to lack it just because we have breasts?”
Trey caught her eye as Elric held up the key to her room, “If you get cold, you know where I’ll be.” He aimed an exaggerated wink her way. Speaking to Elric, she tilted her head in Trey’s direction and said, “You hear that? Trey over there could use a cuddle buddy.” To her delight, Elric didn’t so much as roll his eyes. Twisting so he faced him completely, he said, “I’ll be up as soon as I’m done getting Vera settled. Try to snag us the bed by the door.” Trey’s head reared back, and Vera feared his eyes might actually fall out of his head. He stuttered a reply they couldn’t make out before
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“Gibson’s never been a gentleman a day of his life. How many inappropriate comments have you made to poor Vera today, Gibson?” “Ten. Possibly fifteen, but definitely no more than twenty.” “A personal record, I’d wager.”
At first, she thought seeing the brothel workers would make her uncomfortable. She’d never seen one before and had only the guards’ descriptions to base her assumptions on. But she found herself drawn in by the women’s soft words and seductive movements as they danced in the open windows.
The women were gorgeous, and it wasn’t because of what they were wearing—or not wearing—but because of what they were projecting. They didn’t look miserable or used like she had expected. They looked strong and confident. Instead of crying over the lot in life they had, they made the most out of it, and Vera found herself secretly wishing she had their conviction.
i love how she noticed the strength in these women!
Suddenly cutting himself off, she watched creases appear between his eyes as his brow furrowed. He cocked his head to the side in an almost animal-like way. He pulled his head back slightly, arm still pinned against her, and glanced down. To her horror, she realized his forearm was flush against her breasts—her unbound breasts. His eyes flicked back to hers before dropping to her neck. Without removing his arm or his dagger, he lowered his head to the side of her exposed throat and inhaled deeply. The sensation caused gooseflesh to dance across her skin. Was he…smelling her?
He dropped like a sack of potatoes. A gorgeous sack of gloriously toned potatoes.
Hahaha!
“You know, Trey, I think I like you better like this. With your tongue controlled, you almost seem like a well-behaved—” “No,” he interrupted, “Somehow I think you’d like me even better if my tongue weren’t controlled at all.”
I love Trey!!
Anything could have happened, and for all he knew, anyone could have seen him while he’d been a pathetic lump of uselessness sprawled out in filth.
She’d started this game, but he didn’t think she’d like how he played it.
There was this incessant tug he couldn’t ignore. It was as if his body was a compass and she, north.
Time to play, little star.
Fear is a flame. It cannot be extinguished by will alone. You can let it burn you alive, or you can do something with it. Alter it, bend it to your will, forge it into a weapon.
With powerful-looking thighs, a taut torso, and well-defined arm muscles, he was definitely not a sack of potatoes.
“Prince Eithan insisted that one of us escort you to dinner. I volunteered. Can’t say I regret it in the least.” She reached over and smacked his arm, eliciting a laugh. “You’re the worst.” “And you’re delectable.”
my guy Trey!!
“I find it unfair that you keep seeing me in all manner of dress, yet I’ve yet to even see your face,” she joked. “I tell you what, Vera, show me yourself in a manner of undress, and I’ll show you my face.”
Trey is my new bestie!
She was a force to be reckoned with, a violent storm that called to his raging soul and demanded he succumb.
Otherwise, I will scream like the delicate damsel this dress makes me appear to be and bring every guard in the vicinity rushing this way.”
With one quick push, he heaved himself up and over the back of the horse to straddle her body with his own. Pure, male satisfaction rumbled deep in his chest at how perfectly she fit.
He needed to get his shit together before she felt more than just his legs against her. He was positive she’d stab him if she knew half the images he’d just conjured up in his head.
She’d been breathtaking before, but now her beauty was nearly catastrophic.
“You don’t belong to the gods, you belong to me. The only name I want to hear you call out is mine.”
“I’m guessing with all the bonding you and Elric did, he failed to mention I have a bit of a temper. You see, I don’t like people touching my things, and he,” she said, tilting her head toward Jaren, “is mine.”
