I don’t like you in danger. When a man finds the only person
of worth to him, that one person who matters more than anything and makes
everything he’s ever seen or done or gone through worthwhile, believe me,
Rikki, the urge to protect her is overwhelming. If that bothers you, then I’m
sorry, because it’s going to be happening over and over throughout our years
together.
He found a stuffed animal, a fluffy wolf with bright blue eyes, and was immediately drawn to it. "I want to get this for her. It is telling me it needs to go home with us." Francesca laughed at him.
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You’re mine,
Isabeau. You’ll always be mine. Make no mistake about it. Whether you choose to forgive me and give
us a second chance, or you don’t, you’ll be my only.
I’m not a violent man.”
Joshua, Jerico and Evan choked dramatically and began coughing.
Remy snorted. “And if you believe that, Saria, I’ve got a sinkhole I can sell you for farmland.”
“You’re not helping my cause,” Drake complained.
“Ignore them. I always do,” Saria advised.
You’re a goner, Donovan. When a hungry man spends more time lookin’ at his woman than eatin’ , he’s
in trouble.
Julian bent closer as if to soothe her. “Please continue. This is extremely interesting. I searched centuries for lost Carpathians but had given up hope. How all of you accomplished what you did is extraordinary.”
Desari swallowed as little flames licked at her skin, as her breasts reacted to the pad of his thumb sliding sensuously over the soft swell. She glanced up at him, determined to reprimand him, but he was looking intellectual and earnestly interested in whatever she had been telling him. Except for his eyes. His eyes were molten gold and burning with a liquid fire that seemed to consume her, to mesmerize her.
“I have no idea what I was saying,” she finally admitted, her voice so husky it was an invitation.
Julian made another effort to breathe. Air. It was all around him, yet he couldn’t seem to drag enough into his lungs. He took her hand in his and carried it to the warmth of his mouth.
‘We will need to find a safe subject, cara mia, or I will not make it through these next few minutes.
Desari reached up to trace his lips. ‘You have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth.’
He arched an eyebrow at her. ‘Just my mouth is amazing?’
‘You are such a man.’ Her eyes laughed at him. ‘You need constant reassurance that you are magnificent.’
He nodded. ‘Magnificent. I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words, lifemate.
No, they would not be happy to take my place at your side, cara mia, because I would promptly end their lives in a most unhappy way.’
‘You are such a caveman, Julian. You look tall and elegant and princely, yet you have not matured beyond the cave.’
…’I have no intention of riding above caveman mentality,’ he growled in her ear, his breath teasing tendrils of hair and sending little flames dancing through her bloodstream. ‘There are so many benefits for the caveman.
Men are not so difficult. They are logical and methodical.’
She laughed softly. ‘You wish it were so. I must tell you, although I am taking a huge chance that you might become impossible to live with, that you are an extraordinary lover.’
‘Keep talking, lifemate. I am listening,’ he responded with a deep satisfaction. ‘Magnificent was only a starting place. Extraordinary lover is the perfect description. I see that now.
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