Prince of Ice by Emma Holly

Author:Emma Holly [Holly, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780425212592
Publisher: Berkley Books
Published: 2006-11-07T00:00:00+00:00

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Contemplating Cor's return and the further erotic explorations they might engage in made her blood run thick in her veins. That life-giving fluid was quick to engorge certain places, and highly reluctant to leave. Even without Tea Rose's delivery, Xishi felt as if she'd spent the day in a steamy dream. The nearer night drew, the more her restlessness increased. Her supper finished, she filled her time with a long, hot shower. Though the self-pleasuring attachment tempted her, she ignored it. She knew her lust, however pressing, was better saved for her new master.It is good that I want him, she told herself as she watched the maid fold down the fresh bed linens. Only think how unpleasant this would be if I did not.

Feeling guilty for her impatience, which she wasn't certain fell within approved limits, she allowed the maid to help her pick a robe and brush her hair. The girl was young and quiet but adept. Xishi's hair hung straight and glossy when she was done. Seen in the mirror in her ice-pink sleeping robe and slippers, Xishi appeared perfectly composed.

"Thank you for your help," Xishi said. "That will be all."

It was disconcerting to be bowed to, but Xishi appreciated how swiftly the girl disappeared.

She was beginning to think Cor had forgotten his promise to visit when the door to her sitting room burst open. The sound of it hitting the wall startled her to her feet. Cor stood in the opening, a strange, wild light shining in his eyes. His normally neat black queue looked windblown.

"Where is it?" he demanded. She realized he was angry. His face was dark with it, his body stiff. It was rare to see any yama openly fuming, and to see Cor this way stunned her. Adrenaline surged through her, a fear reaction that—oddly enough—didn't feel that different from arousal.

"Where is what?" she asked breathlessly.

He ground his teeth and shut the door behind him with deliberate care. "The perfume. The one you used to drug me. The one I ordered you not to wear."

Xishi struggled to shut her mouth. "I'm not wearing perfume."

"Like fuck you're not." He closed the space between them with four tense strides. Taking her arms in a hot, tight grip, he dragged his nose up her neck and inhaled. "There's pepper in it and cloves and some sodding aphrodisiac."

"I don't own perfume," she said, at a loss to understand this and still shivering from being sniffed. "It's too expensive for me to buy."

He drew back from her but did not let go. "Maybe one of Madame Fagin's working girls gave it to you as a gift. Or maybe you have a rich friend I don't know about."

His hold was too strong to shake off. Her confusion began to turn to anger. "You're the only rich friend I have. I promise you, I am not wearing perfume."

His eyes flashed with fury and his nostrils flared. He released her then, but she could not be relieved, because he immediately stalked into her bedroom to search her drawers.

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