The Twelve Kingdoms: The Mark Of The Tala - Plot & Excerpts
It occurred to me that it would be different every time, each coming together a magical intertwinement. And this moment was so infused with Rayfe, this man buried between my thighs, that I couldn’t imagine it any other way. He levered himself up and brushed the hair out of my face. Then he snagged the little knife I’d tossed aside and severed the ties binding our wrists together. I stretched my arm, relieved to have it free again. His lips twisted in that half smile. “That goes”—he tossed the silk away—“this remains.” He stroked himself inside me and I arched my back at the deep pleasure. “That will make it even more difficult to get around,” I gasped. He chuckled, then withdrew from me, leaving me oddly empty. My whole life I’d spent not filled, yet now it felt wrong for him to go. As if I already craved him. He walked to the kitchen, his masculine backside a stirring sight. He moved sinuously, long muscles flexing, his body made of hard lines, so unlike mine, and disappeared around the corner.
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