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The prilass, and Corni ficent hair flattening down as it greet With a groan, he arched his back and lifted his hands to his head, his body forh his hair and over his chest

Cormia bit her lower lip as he reached to the side and picked up a bottle There was a sucking noise as he squeezed it over his pal place, then brought his hands to his hair toclumps ran down his forearms and dropped off his elbows onto the tile at his feet The spicy scent wafting up reminded her of the outdoor air

With her knees feeling unreliable, and her skin ware of the Jacuzzi

The Primale took a bar of soap, worked it between his palms, and washed his arms and his shoulders The scent told her it was the saled beautifully hatever he&039;d washed his hair with

To her chagrin, she found the suds running down his torso and his hips and his heavy, shs orthy of jealousy, and she wondered if he would have let her join hi for sure Unlike sohts of others

But really, could she i before him with her hands on his skin under that warm spray ?

Yes Yes, she could

The Primale went loith the soap, down his chest and sto his hands over and under his sex As with the rest of hiseconoe torture, a pleasurable pain to watch him in his private moment She wanted this to last forever, but knew she would have to make do with her memories

When he turned off the water and stepped out, she handed hiling male flesh from her eyes

As he dried off, hisup hard, then stretching out lean After he wrapped the towel around his hips, he reached for another and dried his hair off by rubbing the dense, aves back and forth The flapping of the terry cloth seemed loud in theof her heart

His hair was tangled when he was finished, but he didn&039;t seeo to bed now I have four hours to fill, and h them now"

She didn&039;t knohat that ht, but your hair"

He touched it as if only just realizing now that it was attached to his head

"Would you like me to brush it?" she asked

An odd expression hit his face "If you&039;d like to Soh with it"

Bella, she thought Bella had told him that

She wasn&039;t sure how she knew it, but she was dead certain¡ª

Oh, as she fooling? He had an ache in his voice That was how she knew The tone was the verbal equivalent to as in his eyes when he sat across the dining rooh it seemed petty, Cormia wanted to brush his locks in order to replace Bella with herself She wanted to imprint a memory of herself over the one he had of the other female

The possessiveness was a problee the way she felt

The Prih she expected hie of the deep bath, he went out to the chaise by the bed and sat down As he put his palms atop his knees, he bent his head and waited for her

As she approached hiht of the hundreds of times she had brushed the hair of her sisters in the bath In thisin her hand with all the bristles, was a tool she wasn&039;t sure how to use

"Tell me if I hurt you," she said

"You won&039;t" He reached over and picked up a remote unit When he hit a button, that music he always played, the opera, swelled in the roo the sounds of the e?"

"Italian It&039;s Puccini A love song This is about a man, a poet, who meets a woman whose eyes steal the only wealth he has One look into her eyes and his dreams and visions and castles in the air are stolen by her and replaced by hope He&039;s telling her who he is now and will ask who she is at the end of the solo"

"What is the song called?"

" ¡®Che Gelida Manina&039; "

"You play it often, do you not?"

"It isall solos Zsadist"

"Zsadist what?"

"Nothing" He shook his head "Nothing"

As the tenor&039;s voice soared, she fanned his locks out across his shoulders and started at the ends, taking the brush to the waves in careful, gentle sweeps The rasping noise from the bristles joined the opera, and the Prie expanded as he drew in a long, slow breath

Even when all the tangles were gone, she kept on going, continuing to smooth the wake of the brush with her free hand As his hair dried, the colors ca after each pass, the

She couldn&039;t keep this up forever And what a pity "I believe I am finished"

"You haven&039;t done the front"

Actually, she ht"

She walked around to stand before hihs wide, as if he wanted her to come between them

Cors His eyes were closed, his golden lashes down on his high cheekbones, his lips slightly open His head lifted to her with the same kind of invitation offered by his mouth and his knees

She took it

Sweeping the brush back through his hair, she followed the loose center part that had formed With each pull, his neck muscles corded to keep his head in place

Cor out of the roof of her mouth

The instant they did his eyes flashed open Brilliant yellow ry," he said in a strangely guttural tone

She let her hand with the brush fall to her side Her voice gone, she simply nodded In the Sanctuary, the Chosen didn&039;t need to feed Here on this side, however, her body de with lethargy

"Why didn&039;t you tell h if it&039;s because you don&039;t want me, that&039;s okay We can find someone else for you to use"

"Why ouldn&039;t I want you?"

He tapped the artificial leg "I aht sadly He was not whole, although it had nothing to do with hi part of a limb