Compilation Of Short Stories
His forehead rested against hers, their breath mingling in white plumes in the sudden chill of the eclipse.
“I want to taste all of you,” Xandros growled, his voice barely recognizable.
Aurora’s answer was to grab the hem of her own tunic and pull it over her head in one swift, violent motion. She stood before him, proud and unashamed in the starlight, her breasts full and tipped with tight, rosy peaks. The defined muscles of her stomach quivered with anticipation. “Then stop talking, demon.”
A slow, wicked smile spread across Xandros’s face. He obeyed. He dropped to his knees before her.