He touched her, her cheek, her ear, her hair. He should not touch her again. But that knowledge only made the illicit, forbidden sensation of her wholly and sharply arousing. She shifted, revealing a small smear of blood on the bed, a sight that hit him with the force of a stone to the temple. He...
He had been on the tail-end of a fourteen mile walk, up and down hills so gentle they were barely bumps in the ground, across rain-swollen streams, and alongside green, sheep-dotted pastures.Given that dark rain clouds, so low he could almost touch them, had crowded the sky from horizon to horizo...
The trapdoor led to a tunnel. He lit a lantern and helped her down. “I still don’t understand how you survived,” she said, even though her words set off detonations of afterfright. “After seven days of the salve . . .” “I stopped on the sixth day,” he answered calmly, his profile beautiful in the...