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“You might be lovely to look at, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kill you.”
“I do hope you’re trying to evade giving me an honest answer. If so”—he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip—“you are rapidly improving in the art of deception.”
“Sweetest creature...” His lips curved, and he closed the space between us to whisper against my mouth. “No one’s intentions for you are more wicked than my own.”
“I dreamed of you,” he murmured as if unwillingly. “It has been a long time since I’ve dreamed of anything.”
“You shocked me. You continue to shock me in ways I find myself ill-equipped to handle, but I’ve decided something.” “You have?” “I’ve decided that I like it.”
“I will give you everything,” he said, low and coarse directly above me. “And I will take everything in return. That includes every drop of pleasure I draw from your body.”
“You will wish for nothing, butterfly. You will have every comfort you need, including the protection of my court in your precious search for this home you desire. Just be mindful that should you find whatever that might be...” Flurries emerged, his words a cold and overt warning. “You will belong only to me.”
“Never thought I’d envy a town.” The whisper of his lips expelled a fractured breath from me. “Nor the fucking snow.” “And why would you?” I asked, lost to his harsh grip on my hips and how it contrasted with the barely-there gentleness of his kiss. “The wonder in your eyes.”
“A wolf cannot be domesticated, Princess.” “Neither can females who’ve been tricked into marriage, yet here I am...”
“Eyes on me.”