charlotte-featherstone

I am Kian._ __ercy _ she replied. Swallowing hard she forced her gaze away from him. She was being too bold in her perusal but she could not stop looking at him. __indness _ he whispered. Their eyes locked and Mercy felt a jolt of some foreign but not unwelcome sensation pierce her. __ could use some of you__e said thoughtfully as his cool gaze devoured her. __ost definitely I could use you.__e rose and walked around the pond perusing her body as he came to stand beside her. __he milk of human kindness how sweet the taste.__e actually licked his lips and Mercy shivered her core heating and wetting. Then he lowered himself until they were eye to eye. __ believe I could drink you dry.

Look your fill _ the creature murmured his voice as sweet and rich as syllabub sauce. And his lusty grin when he said it was sinful__nd pleasurable. Prue was certain her face flamed red at the barbarian__ insinuation. ____ sure I don__ know what you mean _ she replied tartly. He smiled and drained his goblet. His head was tilted back exposing the thick cords in his throat and Prue watched him eagerly drink down the entire contents in one swallow. Never had she seen such a vulgar display. Never had she been so engrossed in the workings of a man__ throat and the movement of his Adam__ apple. With a thunk he set the goblet down and shoved his chair back. His legs were spread and the black leather riding britches he wore were pulled snugly over his massive thighs_and other parts as well. Flushing Prudence glanced away. She could not look at him like that with his lace jabot untied and lying on either side of his opened shirt. A shirt that was unbuttoned and opened to his waist exposing a vast amount of dark male skin hairless and bronzed.__hall you not look my lady _ he beckoned softly. __ like the feel of your eyes on me._ __over yourself sir _ she demanded. __t__ most unseemly._ __h the lady is Temperance indeed _ the brute murmured huskily.