Immortal Sacrifice: #4 The Curse Of The Templars - Plot & Excerpts
Warm comfort enveloped her. Her mind was still. More silent than it had been in longer than she could remember. She opened her eyes to the corrugated expanse of Caradoc’s chest beneath her cheek. Her palm laid on one taut pectoral, ivory skin a contrast to his sun-kissed muscling. She inched her fingers to his collarbone, cupped his shoulder, and caressed the thick rise of his bicep. Mm. Masculine perfection. She’d missed waking up like this. Turning her face into his chest, she breathed in the lingering scent of sandalwood. No more comforting aroma existed in the world. She pressed a kiss to his warm skin and rubbed her cheek over his heart before snuggling into his embrace and letting out a contented sigh. No nightmares. No dreams at all. Heaven. Slowly, Isabelle took a mental inventory of her body and the numerous places she connected with Caradoc. Her torso blanketed his from shoulders to waist. Each breath they shared brushed his abdomen into hers. Each exhale drew them apart.
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