Kresley Cole

He’d never known that before. Ah, gods, she did love him.

Lothaire could feel it burning strong within her. I could have the loyalty she showed her family.

“Listen to me, mo chridhe. I crave any bond with you, will scour this earth for more. I want my body bound to yours, my soul chained to yours. Any tie I can find, I’ll bind us even tighter. We’ll have marriage, bairns, a new line between us!” In a hoarse voice, he said, “I can do this. For us, I can. I’m pleading with you, lass. Believe in me . . . ?”

Resisting Kari was not Abyssian Infernas’s strong suit.

“You’d risk her?” Melanthe said. “So apparently you didn’t love her during her previous life.”
I adored her, would have done anything for her.

those coiled patterns looked like . . . flames.

those coiled patterns looked like . . . flames.

His breaths grew ragged, tickling the tip of her sensitive ear, and she nearly moaned.

She had the insane urge to snatch his long black hair and yank him down for a kiss.

“You’ll wear whatever I command you to,” he said, his voice even huskier than usual.

He flattened her hand against his chest, straightening her fingers. He didn’t seem to notice that he’d placed her palm right over a nipple. Her lips parted, her attention dipping.

His impossibly large dick was hard again. Stunned by the sight, she stopped fighting for just a moment; he slid the ring on,

Pinning her gaze with his own, he shifted her hand on his chest. And again. Oh, yes, he’d noticed the placement of her hand, and now he was forcing her to pet him.