Gena Showalter - Atlantis 3 - The Nymph King.wps by Crystal & Billy

Author:Crystal & Billy [Crystal & Billy]
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Published: 2010-07-28T19:15:49.505000+00:00

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mate?" He did not want to listen to another of her denials, so he added, "Your

protests are silly." "A mate is a willing partner, right? I think we both know I'm not

willing. Nor am I your partner. Or queen. I am not a queen." Unable to help

himself, he plucked the ends of her hair and sifted the silky strands through his

fingers. He brought them to his nose and sniffed. Ah, sweet heaven. "You smell

so good." "I can't say the same for you." He didn't take offense. "I am most

definitely in need of a bath. Would you care to join me?" A quiver raked her, and

she dropped the rag to the floor. "Damn it. Stop saying stuff like that." "Why? I

want you. I am not one to deny my desires." "Yeah. I get that." Bending down,

she scooped up the rag and tossed it into the unlit hearth. She picked up a clean

rag and scooped sand into a gaping pocket. "You do realize I'm about to put

sand in an open sore, right?" "Right." "And you still want me to do it?" His brow

puckered. "Of course." She shook her head, incredulous, then shrugged.

"Whatever. It's your infection." But she hesitated a moment before smearing the

grains into his injury. He didn't speak for a long while. He concentrated on her

breath, gently fanning his shoulder. He concentrated on her teeth, nibbling on

her lower lip. His cock grew increasingly hard. "Desires are a natural thing,

moon," he said. "The more you deny them, the stronger they become, until they

are all you can think about, all you can see." "Stop right there." Her voice shook,

and he knew she wasn't unaffected by what he'd said. Her nipples were hard

little points against her shirt. "Don't try to engage me in a conversation about

desires, okay? I'm not interested." He grabbed her wrist, closing his fingers

around her delicate bones with soothing finesse. Still not petting, he assured

himself. He tugged her in front of him. Her gaze slid to his mouth, to his erection.

A surprised gasp slipped from her. "You're right," he said. He needed her so

badly. "We should not talk about it. I should show you. Tell me to show you,

Shaye. Tell me." Suddenly panicked, she leapt away from him and to the wall,

where she grabbed one of the smaller swords. She held it in front of her, looking

very much like the warrior queen she so vehemently denied being. "No. No! Do

you understand?" Shaye had been fighting a fierce desire for him since he'd first

sat down, and every time he touched her, every time he looked at her, every

time he spoke to her, her resistance crumbled a little more. He froze in place, a

blank shield shuttering over his expression. Only his eyes revealed any hint of

emotion. They were blazing with need and rage and disappointment. "Very well,"

he said. "Tonight is yours. I will not touch you." No, her body wept. Don't listen to

me. Fight for me. "Thank you." She had to stay strong. She couldn't give in.

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