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"A shaed to earn, enveloping hiht about you so often during hts about putting ht about your testicles, they were in quite a different place"

She deliberately licked her lips, and Levet nearly sed his tongue

He wanted to be ruled by his man parts

Actually he wanted to rule her with hissucked

"Bah," he otten that you betrayed me at the first opportunity?"

She did another one of those char pouts "I will admit I was the teeniest bit annoyed that you condemned me back to my nest after I helped you rescue your friends Can you blah his raging lust

"Hell, yes, I can blaainst his chest "Me Do you know the indignity I will suffer if that little eets back to my family?"

"Oh, pooh Who will tell them?"

"Well, let me think…" He pointed a claw in her direction "You You will tell thee than toaze "But I would think you were already…" She slapped a hand over her e "I a" He turned his hand over, allowing a small ball of flae you into a toad and be done with it At least I won’t have to worry about you flapping your lips"

Rather than tre pest leaned down to stroke her fingers lightly on the tip of his wings

"Now, let’s not be hasty, ood

"I am not tiny," he denied, his voice strained "I aers dipped and fondled and caressed

"I like petite"

He groaned against his will "Stop that"

"Your lips say no, but your wings say yes"

Levet glanced over his shoulder, realizing the treacherous things were glowing like a neon light in front of a cheap bar

"Stupid wings"

"And what about these delectable horns?" Her hands skimmed up to toy with the stunted nubs "What do they have to say?"

"Bella…" She stroked a particularly tender spot, and his knees nearly gave way Now this was a sprite who knew the secrets of pleasing a gargoyle "Oh Sacrebleu Where did you learn to do that?"

"Here and there" She leaned down to lick the tip of one horn "Do you want to discover what else I’ve learned?"

Eyes rolling back in his head, Levet conceded defeat No, he leaped headfirst into defeat

If this was a trap, then screw it

"Yes Gods, yes"

The great philosophers, poets, and playwrights devoted entire lives to revealing the ironies of life

Jagr had made a study of their works

He’d intellectually understood their struggles to make sense of a sometimes senseless existence But there’d always been a part of himself removed from their experiences

For centuries he had re fro Shrouded in peace and solitude, he often considered the portrayals of inti more than melodramatic drivel

How could love, or even affection, offer such uncertainty, such confusion, such downright torture?

Now he understood with painful clarity