He could almost feel it, lingering on every
muscle and scar.
A soft groan came out of him as she
continued to look her fill. Asking for things
that he sure as hell was in no shape to give
her. And that she might not yet be ready to
give him, declarations aside.
He was immediately challenged to prove
his resolve as Elide ran slightly shaking
fingers across the new scar on his abdomen.
“Yrene said you might always have this,”
she said, her hand mercifully falling away.
“Then it will be the scar I treasure most.”
Fenrys would laugh until he cried to hear him
speak this way, but Lorcan didn’t care. To hell
with the rest of them.
Another one of those small smiles curved
her lips, and Lorcan’s hands tightened in the
sheets with the effort it took not to taste that
smile, to worship it with his own mouth.
lily
(lily)
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