“As he held her on his lap by the window in his bedchamber, her chest swelled with gratitude and tenderness, almost too much to bear. From the moment she’d arrived at Feral House, he’d been her anchor, her true north, the one who would stand beside her no matter what. She knew that as clearly as she knew the sun would set and rise again tomorrow. How had she lived over a century without him? Why had she found him now, so late? Too late. But she had him now, didn’t she? She had him tonigh...t. With the release of tension a good cry had afforded her, her body had gone soft against his. The turmoil in her mind easing, she began to notice other things. The woodsy smell of his neck. The softness of his hair where it curled slightly at the ends. The iron strength of the arms that held her with such gentleness. And the thick ridge against her hip. Her body heated as if the warmth in her heart overflowed, running through her veins and catching fire.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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