Page 33 (1/2)

He tossed his head back and forth He panted "The potion,of French words that she couldn’t understand He twitched within her

She didn’t have much time She leaned over him and pressed his head to the side with her arm She held him in place She dipped low and licked his neck until what she needed rose She didn’t overthink the moment; she just shifted her head sideways and struck to a depth that felt right Then she began to draw into hershe had ever known before

Oh God

His blood tasted like he tasted and like he smelled, a kind of rich, heady wine, but with a bitter coffee edge, all blended and erotic as hell

But it was more than just the flavor of him It was also his power She drank down his power and as his blood hit her stoin to erupt within her veins, one after the other, which only an to grip hi within her

She felt his hands on her waist And before she could prepare, he began to pump into her, hard thrusts because he was ra, more beast than man, and she loved it

She sucked harder at his neck, holding hi in powerful waves,jerks of her hips He went faster She followed suit

His blood hit her bloodstrea her hands on either side of his head and working her hips over his cock, pulling and tugging until rapture burst like an enorh her body, and deep, so deep that pleasure streaked through her, up and up, over and over

She heard screa but it was his voice then hers and back and forth, as he ca her doard-pounding gallops

"Fiona, hold on I aain Oh, God

Once ripped her and streaked through her body until she was shouting with hi, until at last she was spent, and he was spent and she collapsed on top of him

How do you carry the past into the future?

The question was first asked when Adaarden of Eden

There still isn’t a sufficient answer

--Memoirs, Beatrice of Fourth

Chapter 11

"Don’t you have anything to say about this?" Endelle stood in her office, in front of her desk She planted her hands on her hips and rubbed her fingers over the stiff boar’s hide of her aweso, she had darkening work to get to, and she felt her scowl drawing all her loveliness into a weird-ass knot

Thorne shrugged but didn’t exactly aze Ten kinds of ruined He always looked like ten kinds of ruined Maybe eleven right no, hell, ht brown and peres of brown and gray, blue and green, a perfect hazel, but that seeone for hio, but from the first he just felt more like a brother than someone she could ride He was built, oh, dammit-to-hell,the man was built He had perfect proportions, frohs were a drea when it came to what men were all about

But for the last hundred years he’d been proclai that little devil-child in the Creator’s Convent

Which brought her right back to her original question "Da You can’t just defer to me, not on this"

He looked up at her The ht as her, but she alore her black stilettos, for obvious purposes If you planned to order around seven or eight of the toughest hoive yourself a few artificial advantages

"You want ? What? What should I say?" There, a little sarcasm That was better

"I don’t know, asshole, you tell ht Here’s what I have to say I hate this fucking war and you’re the last person on earth who should have ever been allowed to fucking rule" His face was ruddy now--a good"That’s why I brought Marcus on board as HA of Desert Southwest Two So tell ree with I didn’t want this gig, but I’ve got it And I know you never wanted to be my second-in-command, so the fuck what?"

His shoulders slumped "What the hell am I supposed to say I love her? Well, I do I also know her really well and I know aher on fire"

"Just tell me you understand why I have to do this Tell me I need to hear it from you"

At that he looked at her, really looked at her "Shit, Endelle, don’t make this harder than it is Just do whatever the fuck you have to do I’ll get over it I’ll move on I don’t kno, but what else is new"

"Can you lay off the Ketel One?"