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Just this little touch was enough to melt him.
“You’ve never known a moment of tenderness in your whole life, have you?” she asked quietly.
His only response was to swallow hard.
She gripped the hair at the back of his head and gently pulled until his neck was extended. With eyes wide, he blinked. He didn’t fight her, but he wasn’t wholly comfortable either.
The horrible, jagged scar at his neck was so prominent. The one that stole his ability to talk and caused him constant pain.
She wanted him to forget that pain for a while.
She dipped down low and kissed the scar.
His whole body tensed under her, but he didn’t jerk away. She knew he could easily escape her if he wanted.
She traced the edge of the scar with the tip of her tongue. Following the deadly path someone had left behind. Where they had tried to kill him, she soothed.
She was rewarded with a groan, and his body shuddered again.“Trinia.”
Oh Fades, why did her name on his lips sound sogood? She doubled her efforts, licking and nibbling and treating the long-healed wound as tenderly as she was able.
She moved away from his neck and down to his chest. The scar here went right across his pec, right next to his beaded nipple. She kissed along the scar until she got down to it and then lapped at the hard nub with the flat of her tongue.
Brovdir let out a sharp growl as his body shivered. He squirmed as she licked again and brought a hand up to clutch at her hair.
“Don’t,” she ordered, and he let go of her in an instant. She looked up into his wide eyes. “I’m in control right now.”
His jaw slacked, displaying his sharp rows of teeth. He was a predator. A fierce, vicious warrior.
And he melted at her demands. His whole body was relaxed as he nodded in agreement.
Ohfuck, his submission made her pussy clench with need. She felt empty and achy and wanton.
And she was going to drive him just as insane as she felt before she let him take her.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
BROVDIR
Fades have mercy! He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this.
“Hold still, Brovdir.”
But he would have to.
Trinia’s little mouth moved down, licking each of his scars. Nibbling gently. She bathed the old wounds at his chest and flicked at his nipple again and sparks of desire shocked his system. His muscles bunched and his teeth gnashed and the basal need to have her was a real thing in his mind. It gripped so hard around his head that he saw stars.
She moved downward, tracing each puckered scar with her perfect tongue. She paid careful attention to where she was touching. And where she wasnottouching. His cock was so hard it was aching. It twitched at every touch. Pulsed with every wicked flick of her tongue. It threatened to rip through his leather pants.
Finally, her eyes flickered to it, and he couldfeelher stare.Fuck!He wasn’t going to last!
“Let’s take these off.” She traced the edge of his waistband.
His hands were shaking as he undid the ties and shimmied them off his hips.
Trinia’s breath caught and her eyes went impossibly wide as she examined his cock. Should he have gone slower? Was she going to change her mind?
