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“Fleur to Doral:
"My love for you and Ari cannot be measured in words. It can only be measured by what I will do for you. Absolutely anything. By what I want for you. Absolutely everything. I would move Verdantia from her orbit to defend you from all that would hurt you." She rose and crossed to him, sliding into his lap and snuggling into his broad chest. She hugged him fiercely.

"You are mine, Doral, every bit as much as Ari. Those who hurt you do so at their peril.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Command

“Ari to Fleur:
"I made plans for your glorious self."
"Do they require nudity?"
"Extensive. Prolonged."
Fleur's smile was so wide he thought her jaw must hurt.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Command

“Dominance and submission is an intimate binding. Those who submit must trust that those who dominate will never take more than they can give.” A sardonic smile twisted Ram’s lips. “Those who dominate must give those who submit everything they need but never more than they can endure.”
“By your definition, the dominus has the harder role,” she whispered.
“Perhaps. What is more difficult? To trust another so completely? Or to honor the responsibility to never betray such a trust once given?”
“I guess that would depend on how much the dominus cared for his slaaf.”
Ram shrugged. “I suppose it would.” Steffania saw a bleak pain in his eyes quickly masked. “Enough talking,” he said gruffly.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Cherish

“She was no helpless female – never had been. She was death clothed in a body of female allure and fiercely proud of it.
But in sex, she needed the surrender. She craved a man strong enough to take the control out of her hands. I hunger to be dominated, for someone who doesn’t see me as a ball-busting female. She would yield everything to a man masterful enough to command her obedience. But she had never found one strong enough – or discreet enough. It wouldn’t do for the Blue Daggers to know their commander wanted domination during sex. Most of all, she had never found anyone she could trust with her desires who didn’t try to crush her – body and soul. Disappointment had followed disappointment until she had quit looking. To find strength paired with sensitivity, or dominance tempered with love? It didn’t seem to exist.”
― Patricia A. Knight

“She lay there, destroyed, quiet aftershocks shuddering through her. Silence settled into the room.
“Mind letting go of my hair, Sophi?” His muffled voice vibrated against her pubic bone.
“Oh!” She released her fists still violently clenched in his hair. He raised his head, laughter gleaming in his eyes.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Choose

“There can be no bravery without fear. The soul's triumphant fight over what's most feared is the definition of courage.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Claim

“The man fed every carnal fantasy she possessed. He sat her lustful appetites before an array of the finest of delicacies, ordered them to feast, then commanded, “Don’t swallow.”
― Patricia A. Knight

“Yes. I know all about soul-wraiths.” Ramsey frowned. “How did you avoid them in the past?”
“Set a perimeter of energized diaman crystal. That will keep them at bay.” Hel smiled without humor. “I have the diaman crystal in my saddle pack. I lack a sexual partner to energize them. I had intended to return with a magistra but a magister will work as well. Care to volunteer?”
“Only if I top,” Ramsey snapped.
“You’d have to kill me first,” returned Hel.
“With pleasure.”
Steffania took a breath. Ram cut her off. “No. I don’t share you, Vixen.”
Fear of the unknown almost froze Adonia’s tongue, but she was the obvious answer. She could do this, and the opportunity might never present itself again. “I’ll be your partner.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Claim

“Steffania shook her head in mock sorrow. “I’ve heard it said people never grow up. They merely learn how to behave in front of others.” She leaned over and whispered loudly, “Ramsey has done neither.”
― Patricia A. Knight

“Ramsey’s eyes widen in mock horror. “Leave? Oh no, Gurrrley. I’d never forsake a friend in need. This is your wedding day. We have a decanter of Pottsdim Likor crying our names. I wouldn’t dream of abandoning you … Gurrrley.” Ram bestowed another wicked grin on Hel.

Hel turned away, grinding his teeth.

Close enough to overhear their interchange, Eric laughed and slapped Hel on the back. “Gurley, eh? Well, we all have our tribulations—at least you don’t glow.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Claim

“Madam, you can’t be more desperate than I.” He wound his arms around her and grunted. “The evidence is drooling on your stomach. I have not lost this erection for five days. Doral looks at me and winces. You have obliterated my dignity in front of my staff. I have become a laughingstock, a by-word for ‘pussy-whipped male’. Every time I walk into a room, the conversation dies. I entered the mess hall, yesterday—530 officers and enlisted men. Silence, Fleur. Dead silence.” She sniffed. By the gods, this must be a unique experience for him. I’m certain he has never been the butt of the joke before. “I don’t think you appreciate the torture and humiliation you inflict. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to ride a horse when I’m like this? Do you know how disconcerting it is to discuss cavalry deployment with Major Truillo while I’m sporting a cockstand to rival a stud horse? I couldn't get the man to look me in the face. Worse, he thought I reacted to him.” She nuzzled her face into Ari’s chest and tried to contain her amusement. Her imagination supplied the picture of the very handsome, very homosexual, very short Major Truillo standing with covetous eyes riveted to Ari’s substantial erection, all the while discussing the dry topic of cavalry placement. “For half an hour all I saw was the top of his head.” He paused for a moment then threw out, “He has a bald spot.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Command

“What you are holding in your hand is the status of our shield walls and a brief explanation to Ardain as to how they got that way. Feel free to read it. This is vital information. There are those who will definitely try to suppress it. So, stay alert.” Ari smiled slightly. “The queen enjoys your company on her morning rides. I would hate to explain to her why I got her favorite riding companion killed if you don’t come back.” Tevon’s mouth quirked up. “No, that is certainly to be avoided. No disrespect intended, High Lord, but life gets uncomfortable for you when she is displeased. I would not want to be the cause of that.” Ari sighed and looked at Doral. “I am never going escape that infamous week, am I?” “She made quite an impression on the men. You could have all of them shot. That would slow down the gossip.” Doral shrugged, seemingly indifferent. “You would lose quite a number of highly skilled commanders and staff.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Command

“Eric could not recall a moment when frustration had consumed him so thoroughly. He stared unseeing at the far wall, trying to stop the caustic rise of bile in his throat. Dammit-all. The Haarb invade again in unknown numbers. I swore on my honor to protect a woman who thwarts my attempts at every turn. Three-quarters of my men lie dead. My head is fit to explode and I sit here too weak to stand, wearing a gods-be-damned dress. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! His empty bowl flew across the width of the cave, smashing into little bits against the far wall. Amused feminine eyes tracked the bowl’s flight and returned to him. “You seem to be regaining your strength. I’ll be back later to look at your dressings.” Sophi rose, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Very fetching robe, Commander. I don’t know many men who could pull off that look.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Choose

“I told Ari you were too courtly.” He snorted. Stopping his self-pleasure to finish unbuttoning his breeches, Doral raised an inquiring eyebrow. “And what did our conte say?” Doral toed his boots off, then his socks. “That you were reserved, but totally male. He told me to be aggressive, that you would take it from there. Goddess, did you ever!” She dropped her eyes and watched her hand trace the brocade patterns on the bedspread. “Doral, I think you are amazingly attractive and you are charming company—when I can get you to talk. It is hard for me to, well…” “Make the first move,” he finished for her, shimmying out of his tight breeches and discarding them. He stood before her, nude. “Exactly! Make the first…” She looked up. She felt her eyes grow enormous as they devoured the male glory that was Doral. Undoubtedly, a nude Visconte DeLorion was glorious. Her eyes dwelled there. She couldn't help it. The head of his huge cock was pierced and huge and pierced and—Goddess. She swallowed convulsively.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Command

“Biron paused, scanned the picture before him then covered his lower face with his hand, pretending to rub his jaw. Eric slanted a sardonic glance up at his captain. “Yes. I asked for my clothing and was given this…” he picked at the loose-fitting garment draping his large frame, “…dress. Mistress Layna informed me that it would not ‘chafe at my wounds like trousers would’.” He shrugged. “As ridiculous as I look, she is right.” Biron’s face assumed a serious mien. “I particularly like the beading and embroidery work around the neckline, sir. A perfect complement to your eyes and hair. The burning question is can we survive the sight of your glowing white calves and bony ankles?” Laughing”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Choose

“Was that what this evening’s hubbub was about? Get the Verdantian woman, DeAlbero? Curious that he left you behind.” Narr walked up and stroked her cheek. “I wager that was unplanned. He seemed...enamored.” Steffania gathered the saliva in her mouth and spat in his face. Her head rang from his return blow. Her eyes streamed involuntary tears. The bastard had held nothing back. Narr pulled a pocket linen from the inside of his jacket and with icy composure, wiped his face. “Strip her. Put her in a bed.” He turned to the white-coated man at his side. “Nissler, I want her wiped. Don’t bother with the niceties – just leave her alive enough to know fear when I fuck her.” In”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Cherish

“Touch me as little as possible.” Carnal tension constricted Doral’s voice. “I am on the very edge. Fleur's tight pussy, your hands. It is an erotic dream for me and I can’t come.” He snorted softly and choked out, “Oh yes, our planet hangs in the balance.” With a tortured inhalation, he shuddered, “No pressure.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Command