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Murderer Coward

With a painful growl, Gideon let go of the handles The loss of hertouch was his punishe At her, at hi, splintering it on its base

She didn’t fall Anwyn had tiht she’d lulled into a teain As he did, he tore the railing right out of the floor Lithe as she was, she should have fallen ignominiously on her backside, because she’d spun her own enchanterously powerful man on his knees, his head in her lap, had made her wish she could stay like this for the whole session, just soothe the rabid monster in his soul that called to her

That was her weakness as well as her strength A lion taan had called her, onpart is you have no fear of the lion,cher He fascinates you No s and claws

Well, she was pretty daht her upper arms before she could topple, cleared the debris he’d created and slalass alcove

The s water across their feet Glass shattered behind her, the stained glass as well as the backlight bulb, sparks popping

Despite that cacophony, he’d done it all in one superbly gracefulHe killed It was a calling, not a profession His deadly grace came from more than practice and experience; it was natural instinct, a terrible gift of the gods Even if her courage didn’t falter, her body had the sense to treed bulb, and kissed her, hard, fierce, his fingers biting into her ar pleasure, but brutal doh pushed between her legs, holding her up, riding her on flexing round into her hip His split shirt slid off his broad shoulders, exposing part of his chest, the hard cords of muscle in his throat

His lips were drawn back, teeth clashing with hers During those few harrowing moments, she forced herself to calainst her rib cage and the unexpected spike of arousal the grip of his hands and press of his body incited She didn’t reject his kiss, merely waited hi nor accepting She hoped that Ja her orders, which were to leave thenal for assistance

Mostly, though, she thanked Goddess that Daegan had already left That was all she needed, a testosterone ed va fast, his eyes cold and hard Histhe kiss, he’d shifted one hand to the base of her throat Gazing at hirip "Gideon," she said softly "Putyourself I won’t tolerate either one of those things in here" His lip curled in a half snarl, but it was silent A quiver ran through his limbs, and she saw the muscles in his neck work, his shoulders bunch The hands clenched on her, enough that she wondered if she would have to use that signal after all Then he rip, so he was beneath her legs and back, and lifted her out of the broken glass Fortunately, his hard biceps pressed belohere her shoulder had hit the stained glass He carried her away fro-backed chair Then he stood there for aat her He was a tall ht difference was reduced His hands crept up fro in her hair, al in his ers inspired entirely non the surface of the ca the skin beneath the thin barrier of cloth

Thisinnate about it to hi But what had fascinated and drawn her hat she felt now, in full, raging de a form of submission, of surrender, that didn’t have to do hips and chains and kissing the sole of her shoe It had to do with service and loyalty, with so so absolute the soul, not theto be called into service

She’d said she had a theory about his sense of chivalry, the type of ainst Tara, he’d confined his violence to the objects around her, and defensivehim up, Anwyn had pushed him closer to direct violence than he’d probably ever coainst a wo self-condeerous hands that held her

The world outside Atlantis was one of intellectual, self-righteous cynicism, which mocked acts of nobility It scorned the notion that there was a definitive right and wrong, a structure of morality and code of honor In such a world, the soul of Gideon Green was quite lost

"I’h, a wounded lion’s growl "I’ now I’ll coain"

When he stepped back, she reached out, hooked her hand in the waistband of his jeans Her knuckles brushed his abdo his flesh under the cotton shirt Holding his gaze, the color of ht, she closed her other hand on the shirt collar where it hung low and tugged The split backar river currents Since she hadn’t cut the shirt all the way down the back, it got caught at his hips, but she stepped closer, worked it free of the waistband and let it fall to his feet, around his boots

Broad chest, gleahtly furred abdoh strength there, either Maybe he’d used a gy at a warrior

Her lips pressed together at the scars She knehat she was seeing After all, in a for a front-ro of man’s violence toward man, and toward himself