silent.
"If you break the curse, your life will be forfeit," Luc threatened.
Her life was forfeit regardless. "So be it."
"I'll be in touch, baby."
Cara looked out of a castle window at a lake that reflected a full moon. It was a beautiful sight. The door behind her opened. The voluminous skirts of the gown she wore flared as she turned. The warrior with turquoise eyes closed the door behind him and locked it. Cara's heart began to pound as she ran her eyes over him. He was dressed in breeches that were molded to muscular thighs and a loose linen shirt. He didn't remove his eyes from her as he sat on the bed, unlaced his boots and tossed them in the corner.
"Come here," he said.
Shivers rippled over her. She shook her head and his mouth crooked at the corner. He got to his feet, pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. Cara came up against the wall as she took a step back. The warrior was huge. He must be near seven feet tall and he easily dwarfed her. He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned down so their faces were an inch apart. She stopped breathing.
"You want me," he said.
Cara finally found her voice. "No, I don't."
His face was intense and carnal. When he reached out, she tried to slap his hand away. He wasn't deterred. He sank his hand into her coiffure and she heard the pins hit the floor a moment before he yanked her up to meet his hungry mouth. She made a choked sound as he slanted his mouth over hers. It didn't take long for his hunger to transfer over to her.
The warrior dragged her up the wall and pinned her so she was at the same height as his mouth. She slid her hands into his distinctive, shoulder length hair and gripped. His hands moved impatiently over her and he growled in irritation when his hands encountered her skirts. While his mouth kept her busy, his other hand slipped between her thighs and rubbed the material of her undergarments over her heated core. She let out a choked sob and dug her nails into his bare shoulders, hips bucking against his calloused fingers.
"Want me?" the warrior grated.
"Yes, yes," she panted.
For a second, he stared down at her flushed face. Then, she felt his hand move from her to the ties of his pants. She trembled as he lowered her slowly onto his cock. He tugged her down until she took every inch of him. She let out a long breath and dropped her face onto his naked chest, which gleamed with sweat. He braced her against the wall while his cock slowly moved in and out of her. Quickly, she grew impatient and raked her nails down his sides.
"Don't want easy," she snapped.
His hand cupped her chin and tilted her face up to him. They stared at one another, his eyes blazing in the darkness.
"Think you can handle it?" he asked.
She massaged his cock by contracting inner muscles and he groaned and rested his head against the wall above her. She took advantage of having his skin right in front of her and licked his nipple. He spread her thighs wide, distracting her right before he pounded into her. She screamed as he picked up the momentum and she knew she'd never get this from anyone but him. With each thrust, he hit her clitoris and she was so close, so close-
Cara sat up in bed, hands desperately seeking the warrior, but her hands whipped through empty air. Her eyes were wild as she searched for him, but he was nowhere to be found. She was in her hobbit hole, not a castle. She looked towards the entrance and saw the dragon watching her with the warrior's eyes.
Cara let out a scream of frustration and the demon giggled like a schoolgirl, delighted that he'd played her so well. Her body was hot and needy and she could still feel the warrior moving in her. Her legs scissored beneath the sheets and her hands went between her legs, but she stopped when the demon cackled. She shuddered as she resisted the urge to finish herself off. It would only feed her appetite for more.
Cara focused on the demon and
"If you break the curse, your life will be forfeit," Luc threatened.
Her life was forfeit regardless. "So be it."
"I'll be in touch, baby."
Cara looked out of a castle window at a lake that reflected a full moon. It was a beautiful sight. The door behind her opened. The voluminous skirts of the gown she wore flared as she turned. The warrior with turquoise eyes closed the door behind him and locked it. Cara's heart began to pound as she ran her eyes over him. He was dressed in breeches that were molded to muscular thighs and a loose linen shirt. He didn't remove his eyes from her as he sat on the bed, unlaced his boots and tossed them in the corner.
"Come here," he said.
Shivers rippled over her. She shook her head and his mouth crooked at the corner. He got to his feet, pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. Cara came up against the wall as she took a step back. The warrior was huge. He must be near seven feet tall and he easily dwarfed her. He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned down so their faces were an inch apart. She stopped breathing.
"You want me," he said.
Cara finally found her voice. "No, I don't."
His face was intense and carnal. When he reached out, she tried to slap his hand away. He wasn't deterred. He sank his hand into her coiffure and she heard the pins hit the floor a moment before he yanked her up to meet his hungry mouth. She made a choked sound as he slanted his mouth over hers. It didn't take long for his hunger to transfer over to her.
The warrior dragged her up the wall and pinned her so she was at the same height as his mouth. She slid her hands into his distinctive, shoulder length hair and gripped. His hands moved impatiently over her and he growled in irritation when his hands encountered her skirts. While his mouth kept her busy, his other hand slipped between her thighs and rubbed the material of her undergarments over her heated core. She let out a choked sob and dug her nails into his bare shoulders, hips bucking against his calloused fingers.
"Want me?" the warrior grated.
"Yes, yes," she panted.
For a second, he stared down at her flushed face. Then, she felt his hand move from her to the ties of his pants. She trembled as he lowered her slowly onto his cock. He tugged her down until she took every inch of him. She let out a long breath and dropped her face onto his naked chest, which gleamed with sweat. He braced her against the wall while his cock slowly moved in and out of her. Quickly, she grew impatient and raked her nails down his sides.
"Don't want easy," she snapped.
His hand cupped her chin and tilted her face up to him. They stared at one another, his eyes blazing in the darkness.
"Think you can handle it?" he asked.
She massaged his cock by contracting inner muscles and he groaned and rested his head against the wall above her. She took advantage of having his skin right in front of her and licked his nipple. He spread her thighs wide, distracting her right before he pounded into her. She screamed as he picked up the momentum and she knew she'd never get this from anyone but him. With each thrust, he hit her clitoris and she was so close, so close-
Cara sat up in bed, hands desperately seeking the warrior, but her hands whipped through empty air. Her eyes were wild as she searched for him, but he was nowhere to be found. She was in her hobbit hole, not a castle. She looked towards the entrance and saw the dragon watching her with the warrior's eyes.
Cara let out a scream of frustration and the demon giggled like a schoolgirl, delighted that he'd played her so well. Her body was hot and needy and she could still feel the warrior moving in her. Her legs scissored beneath the sheets and her hands went between her legs, but she stopped when the demon cackled. She shuddered as she resisted the urge to finish herself off. It would only feed her appetite for more.
Cara focused on the demon and
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