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Snarling, he released her wrists to fist a hand in her hair, pulling her off his throat—taking care so she felt no hurt—even as he seated his ck balls-deep inside her in the saasped “Oh, God”

“How,” he whispered, using his other hand to push up one of her knees, spreading her wider for him, “did you know to do that?” It was a very specific caress, one he’d discovered with Ingrede In the years since, other woo for his throat, but he’d never, ever left it unprotected

Until Honor

“You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dunshot “So I had to come back for youhusband”

Every muscle in his body locked “No”

Honor’s response to that single harsh as nothing he could’ve predicted “It’s okay” Cupping his face with gentle hands, she smiled crookedly, her eyes luht he’d drown in the shireen “You don’t have to believe me, or even think me sane Just let me love you”

Her next words hispered in an ancient, forgotten language, the dialect one that had been spoken only in a tiny village long since crumbled to the earth—a dialect D rhythh the same fields, danced under the same brilliant sun “I’ve always been a little bit crazy when it coan, because what she was offering, it was too h his hair “It’s okay”

“No” It wasn’t okay, wouldn’t be okay until he had the answers he needed

“So stubborn” Kissing his around his hps when he would’ve pulled out “I should’ve expected it from theht of the knowledge in her eyes, in her touch, in her voice All the tiny things she’d done that had nudged at hishis heart when it was Honor who laughed, the way she knew hi only a raw need in its wake

“Let ” Haunting words tangled with an exquisite desire that sang to his blood “Drink”

The final thread of his control snapped