King of Flesh and Bone (The Pale Court, #1)

by Liv Zander

Propping myself onto my elbow, I let my finger stroke a raven strand from the god’s face. My husband’s face. I’d touched him many times, but had I ever truly felt him? How his hair refused to part a certain way as I stroked through it? How soft it was toward the ends, which spread out over his brawny chest? How his skin pebbled beneath my touch, tiny bumps spreading across— His fingers wrapped around my wrist just as his eyes sprung open. “What are you doing, little one?” Yes, just what was I doing? “Touching you.”

“Do more of it.” He took my hand, guiding it to survey the sway of his dark brows, down the fullness of black lashes, and along the perfect curvature of his sensuous lips, all while he held my stare with ardent concentration. “What say you? Does it meet my wife’s approval? Am I not shaped to divine perfection?” “An age-old soul hiding beneath the beauty of a young man.” “Quite so.”

When I placed my hand on his cheek, he moaned before he said, “You, my little one, were made for me.”