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Gods, if she kept looking at him like that he was about to interrupt their breakfast. The way she made his blood heat. It was like he'd never really known was it was like to truly breath until meeting her. The oxygen he thought he was getting now seemed like a thin bit of nothing air. Sid...

He took the opportunity to kiss her with her lips so close and all. Couldn't waste that. There was a deepness and longing behind his embrace. A protectiveness. Muscles flexed and shifted on his arms. He had half a mind to lock her up here and forbid her going back. He could report her...

"You brilliant, beautiful female," his smirk widened at her very helpful and valuable suggestion of the tub. He didn't even bother with his shirt as he pulled her close to his chest again. His mouth on hers in a second. The walk back went by in a blur. But he vowed to remember every second he...

A disquieted grumble rumbled across his chest. "I'm submitting my resignation today." He cracked his usual lopsided smirk as it didn't take much for her to pull his gaze back to her face. It was something he couldn't do. He doubted the Erlking would take kindly to his sudden retirement. And...

His wings slowly unfurled from around them, settling back gently on the floor before tucking in closer to his sides. "But you'll be safer here," he rumbled, finding himself lost in her eyes. His fingers trying to smooth that wince from her face. His own twisting in worry. Fears about what he...

His wings twitched beneath him as they rose and folded protectively over them both, cocooning them in semi-darkness. His fingers smoothed along her sides, thumbs rubbing along her skin in little circles. There was still enough light to see the expression on her face. And those eyes. Damn, he...

"Hm," deep voice rumbled in his throat. Eyes cracked open as his gaze down to the blonde tucked securely against his skin and muscle. Skin, muscle, ink, and scars. "Now? I take you back to the townhouse so we can try this out on every surface." A wicked grin on his face as he pressed a kiss...

In a moment all clothing was gone. As bare as he was to her, she was to him. And gods be damned if he didn't nearly stop breathing. She was beautiful. Magnificent. Nothing he'd ever hoped to deserve in a thousand lifetimes. And she was his. As much as he belonged to her. Head shook as he...

Fingers tightened around her. With an easy tug, he lifted her so her legs straddled around his waist as he carried her across the room to one of the thick fall-pads. A growling-groan as he explored every part of her lips. Her mouth. A dart of his tongue against hers. He felt that tug. That...

He grunted at her strength. His hands moved gently down her neck to snake around her waist just beneath her wings. He held her close as if he was scared that as soon as he let go, she'd leave him forever. Even though her grip around his neck was hinting otherwise. For a moment he closed his...

Oh gods. He didn't know something not of magic or a weapon could feel so painful. He felt as if a deep wound was suddenly inflicted deep within his hard, muscled chest. He was only a creature to her. And one she truly thought would hurt her. A shallow breath and all the fury and frustration...

"Don't you dare tell me what I want. What would or wouldn't be good for me," he growled out. And she could protest all she wanted but it was more than a promise. It was an oath. And it was sealed and done between them. Fists clenched at his sides. Muscles along his arms tightening and...

A sharp inhale through his nose. His other hand lifted, to caress ribbons of her blonde hair away from her face. "Gods Lori, yes," he rumbled. "Even half covered in dirt and blood after facing down an entire godsforsaken army by yourself. Even when you get that pinch between your brows when...

He grunted at her last hits. Fuk, she was strong. He took a breath and stepped around the bag. "I for one, am glad you are not male," signature lopsided grin stayed on his face for a moment. A fleeting moment. Before his face turned serious. Rare for him. Besides when he was only The...

Hazel eyes followed her, trying not to let his mind wander to how good she always looked. The way she moved. The little idiosyncrasies of her face? Perfect. He strode behind one of the bags, lifting his hands to grip it carefully so she wouldn't wack off one of his hands. "I'll hold it...