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So, thank you!!! THANK YOU!!
And because I love you, I'm going to give you an exclusive, never before seen, sneak peak into Book 2 of the Dragons, Griffons and Centaurs, Oh My! Series. It's slated to come out on July 15th, so hurry and get Book 1 so you're ready for Book 2!
And now, Enjoy!!!!!
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Draven kissed her temple. Pulling back, he stared down into her face. “Are you well my
love?”
Her
hand dropped and rubbed her backside. “More of a bruised butt than anything I
think.” The silver pools searched his face, concern flittering through the
surface. “You?”
He
nodded, squeezing her close. Now that the crisis was gone, he could breathe
normally again. Her scent wafted up his nose and he pulled it deep. The same
reaction he always had when she was in his arms rippled across his chest,
begging, pleading to take her below decks and spend the rest of the rotation
exploring her flesh. His dick filled with blood and fire, thumping wildly
against his lower belly in anticipation of that thought.
Terra
cleared her throat and he opened his eyes, watching hers shift down slightly.
He pulled back, to get control, but she reached out and touched his chest. It
was just a tentative brush of her fingers but he could see the yearning in the
silver of her eyes, almost like she didn’t want him to go…this time.
“Kyleri?”
She
sucked one corner of her mouth between her teeth. She frowned which was
followed by a look of indecision and then fear pulsed through her eyes.
“What
is it, my love?”
He
didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to know really, but he couldn’t help himself.
He had too. If there was going to be any chance for them, before or after this,
he needed her to communicate.
“Ion,”
her eyes lifted to his. “He called me Queen.”
He
smiled. “That he did.”
“But,
I’m not.”
He
leaned his forehead against hers. “You are.”
Grabbing
both her hands, he splayed them against his chest, covering them with his own.
His hearts pounded relentlessly against his sternum, trying to burst forth and
meld with hers. “Do you feel that?”
She
frowned at his chest, worrying at her lower lip and he almost gave in to the
overwhelming urge to kiss her…and more.
“You
do that,” he whispered in a low voice. “You own them Kyleri, you always have.” He pulled back enough to see her eyes,
holding them with his own. “They belong to you.”
She
sucked her lip in further and he couldn’t help it. He had to kiss her. Letting
go with one hand, he drove it into her hair and possessively pulled her the
last increment separating them. Tilting her face just so, he took her full
lips, slipping his tongue between them when they parted on his name.
Her
arms wound behind his neck, teasing the ends of his hair. She folded against
him and he scooped an arm under her legs, carrying her below without breaking
the kiss.
In
his quarters, the ones he’d taken across the hall from hers, he set her on her
feet and stepped back even though it nearly killed him to let her out of his
arms for even a moment. Letting his eyes roam the length of her, he smiled
slowly. She had on a shirt they’d bought before leaving Roasu and dark breeches
melded delectably to her long legs. Her chest heaved at the air and he could
feel her heart beating in time to his own.
She
shifted from one foot to the other, toying with the ends of her wind-blown hair.
“What?”
He
closed the distance again, spanning his hands around her waist. “Nothing, My
Queen,” he whispered against her lips. “I was just making a memory…”
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