Adrian asked, stroking his thumb once again along the perfect dent in her normally resolute chin. Wishing he could reach up and trace the edges of those full lips that had tempted him for so long. “I was not ready to die, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said with determination and a hint of the brogue that always rose up when her emotions were frayed. Was that what he was asking, or was there more he needed to know? Adrian wondered. “I’ve treated you kindly, have I not?” he pressed, the Irish awakening in him as well. “You’ve been a thoughtful and honorable master,” she replied, ducking her head down to avoid his gaze, almost as if she was afraid of what he might see there. What he wanted to see there. He once again tilted her face upward. “Is that all I am? Your master? Not a friend?” The perfect little tongue he so wanted to taste darted out nervously and licked her lips.
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