“He offers me a sad smile as he brushes a strand of wet hair from my cheek. “I will worship you.” He brushes his lips against my throat. “Cherish you.” He kisses me. “Honor you.” He nips my earlobe with his teeth, and I squirm. “Tease you.” His mouth hovers over mine. “But break you? No. You cannot ask that of me. If I’m to take you the way I want, I will have you gently, and deeply, and slowly.” He brushes his lips against mine. “Can you accept that?” And because I would rather have part of him than none at all, I nod.”
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Lauren Palphreyman,
The Night Prince