He couldnโt say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but heโd learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight sheโd knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. โItโs fixed. As long as you donโt mind more than a few scars.
Nalini SinghShe watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.
Nalini SinghNo more dancing with any male but me. No more time to learn who you are before you have to hold that personality against mine. No more freedom to explore your sensuality before I own it.
Nalini SinghHe leaned a fraction closer. โMy lovers have always been warrior women. Strength intrigues me.โ She refused to let him play with her like this, even if her body disagreed. Vehemently. โDo knives intrigue you, too? Because touch me and I will cut you up. I donโt care if you throw me off the nearest balcony.
Nalini Singh