: THE FIR

Amara asked, her voice hal

floors, mirrored walls and racks of gleaming weapons. Sweat clung to his bare chest, a line of it

d, eyes flicki

me to spar

sweetheart, I expect yo

her chest. "And this is you

circling her. "Is how

ne of your

ipping with danger. "You're my wife,

art sk

nd tossed a blade at h

hesi

ought with a

out to lose ver

t down and picked up the weapo

the mat and faced her, arm

re se

adl

rd, gripping the k

d, almost catlike. He caught her wrist and s

e whispered into her ears. "Wr

her fingers, adjusting

stif

nted to hurt you, I wouldn

ip and struck again, this

he wrist and flipp

back hit the floor. He cr

to h

here." he said with a s

them moved. His hands presse

he said softly. "You should at

't let her. His hands slid hig

touch you," he mur

don

right..

of her ribs slowly, barely

his mouth t

not fear

e kissed her like he owned her mouth. Tongue, teeth, heat and no mercy. His body lowered again

bottom lip, until he growled into her mouth. His hand slipped under the hem of her shirt

breathed. "Sa

embled slig

ence of him hit her like cold wa

heaving and eyes b

. Next time, I'l

without glanci

nched, breaths uneven. And for the first time since

or to let h