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His T-shirt?

He’d actually had the gall to toss his dirty shirt in her laundry basket? Wadding it up in her fist, she turned around to go tell him exactly what he could do with his dirty clothes Then stopped

Then started again Then stopped

Nibbling her lip, she had a brief and very heated arguh, she raised his shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes

Could a man smell any more like sin?

Hint of jasht surf Scent of darkness and spice and sex Forbidden things, unholy things, things that prayers were meant to cover in that part about deliver us froetting his T-shirt back

Much later, after Gabby had gone to bed, Ada soundly Good The petite ka-lyrra worked too hard Permitted others to push their responsibilities off on her He would put an end to that Life was short enough for a mortal They shouldn’t work so ain i

All the ere open and a fragrant night breeze was blowing in, rippling across the thin sheet beneath which she slept Moonlight spilled across the bed, casting her long hair spun-silver, her slu features warm pearl

Fully clothed, he noticed, with a sardonic sh to sleep nude, he’d not have contented himself with the ht of her nude beneath that sheetah, he was sexually obsessed with her With her full, round breasts, the endless temptation of her soft, womanly ass, her lush carnal lips, her hair, her eyes, her hands Her fire

Even her virginity turned hi he would be the first man to push himself inside her, to fill her up, to touch her in all those dark, heated, intihly that she would no longer be able to conceive of herself apart fro, anytime he wanted, anywhere, and in any way he chose to take her, able to deny hi

He knew she’d expected force from him He’d seen it in her eyes when she was tied to her chair yesterday, so defiantly telling him "no"

How little she understood of what he had planned for her

Yesterday one in to work (which hadn’t surprised him; his tenacious Sidhe-seer would no ly would of his), he’d thoroughly acquainted hi about her he could He’d examined what kind of books she liked to read, what kind of clothing she wore, what lingerie got the bliss of cupping her breasts and slipping between the curves of her bottom, what soap and scents caressed her silken skin He’d exas she’d deemed too precious to leave behind when she’d packed to run And each discovery had ht and ripe with mortal hopes and dreah Well, except for the volu that

The slender tome had made him out to be the foulest of the Fae It had portrayed him as a consuant seducer who cared for nothing but his pleasure in the ht him so fiercely, no wonder she’d so swiftly dismissed his word The Devil himself hadn’t fared worse in literary history

Still, he could do without words; he would speak to his Sidhe-seer through his actions--select, carefully chosen ones He’d learned long ago that it was the tiniest of details that seduced, the htiest to their knees

Christ, he thought, staring down at her, she had to be hot in all those clothes Her house was overly war online Another thing he would do so about Circenn’s whereabouts in any of those databases hu, but he’d not truly expected to His half-Fae son could be not only anywhere but anywhen It was entirely possible he’d taken his wife and children back to the Highlands, to his own century and a siht stay indefinitely

But no matter, Circenn would show up eventually

And the day had been productive in other ways; he’d plantedroot Not the least of which was a simple shirt