Layla brought her arms around herself, no doubt because she was remembering the feel of another, stronger set. "I have wanted to, but he holds back. I hope...I believe it is because he wishes to mate me properly first, in ceremony." Payne felt the awful weight of premonition. "Beware, sister. You are a gentle soul." Layla got to her feet, her smile now saddened. "Yes, I am. But I would rather my heart be broken than unopened and I know that one must ask if one is to receive.
J.R. WardAs the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dogโs big head and stroking the soft furโฆplaying with an earโฆdipping down and ๏ฌnding the long waves that ๏ฌowed from the animalโs broad, strong chest. Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course. It just felt nice, was all.
J.R. WardRehv swooped down with his long arms and gathered her up against him, tucking her with vital care to his chest. Ducking his head to hers, his voice was deep and grave. "I never thought I would see you again." As he shuddered, she lifted her hands up to his torso. After holding herself back for a moment...she embraced him as fully as he did her. "You smell the same," she said rought, putting her nose right into the collar of his fine silk shirt. "Oh...God, you smell the same.
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