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Chapter 7: What Dreams May Come
“How wicked you are, my sweet girl…dreaming of a monster.”
She should have denied it. Should have turned away. Should have fought the delicious, suffocating pull of him.
Instead, her fingers found the silken fabric of his tunic, grazing the golden skin beneath. Her touch—hesitant, uncertain, her body moving—yielding, instinctive, toward his.
He let out a low, approving growl, as though testing her, waiting for the moment she would push back against his restraint and demand more.
And with that, she could not stop herself.
Her touch grew bolder, sliding over the firm muscles of his chest, tracing the intricate lines of his body beneath the fabric.
His fingers tightened at the base of her spine, gathering a fistful of her chemise in his grasp, pulling her that much closer.
“Oh, I do wonder…” His lips faintly brushed the shell of her ear, and her body trembled with the nearness, the anticipation. “Do you crave what you fear, little one?”
Aislinn exhaled sharply, her head tipping back just slightly—enough to offer herself up to him without meaning to.
The space between them vanished.
Their lips were a breath apart when his fingers suddenly tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her head back—baring her further to him. His other hand splaying over the curve of her waist, fingers pressing firm as he pulled her taut against him. She could feel the hard lines of his body, the tension in him—a taut coil, restrained, ravenous hunger just waiting to snap.
And gods help her, she wanted to snap it.
His lips hovered just above her throat, so close she could feel the warmth radiating from them, the unbearable temptation of them. Then, he dipped his head—his nose trailing along the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent.
“Jasmine,” he purred, the words pressed into her skin, his voice thick, sinful. “Gods, you smell as pure as a spring day…it’s intoxicating.”
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