We fit, you and I,โ he whispered looking into that haunting gaze. โTwo broken pieces making a whole.
Nalini SinghHeart of my heart, thatโs who you are, Adria Morgan. Chosen and forever.โ Picking her hand off his cheek, he pressed a lingering kiss to the palm before placing it over the strong, steady rhythm of that very organ. โWolf and man, you own every part of me.
Nalini SinghDropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.
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 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.
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