Bride of the Beasts
He was already naked, and despite myself, my gaze drifted over the magnificent figure above me—the lean lines of muscle, the scarred skin, and the massive evidence of his arousal.
He leaned in to press kisses across my face and jaw, trailing down to my neck. Then, even lower, until his mouth reached my breast, taking the nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, his tongue twirling around the sensitive flesh before his teeth grazed me slightly, sending sparks straight to my core.
He moved to the other, lavishing it with the same attention until I was arching against him, my breath coming in ragged, desperate pants.
Then Fenric rolled beside me, pulling me close, pressing his chest and rubbing
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