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Another smile graces her face, this one real and warm. “Thank you,” she says with a sigh, relaxing against me once more.
I look down at her, wondering how she managed to tame such a creature as I. I’d do anything for this woman, even defy my King, and that thought frightens me. “But you should be more worried about yourself,” I say, passing a hand over her soft stomach.
Her fingers lace through mine. “I’m not afraid of anything that comes from you, Giroth,” she says as she levers up to kiss me. It is a soft, demure thing that ends too soon. Her eyes meet mine. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Cora’s confession melts my hard exterior, and I capture her mouth in earnest, showing her the depth of my affection. When I finally pull away, her lips are that endearing red that I can’t get enough of. “I love you, too.” More than you will ever know.
She links a leg over my lap and straddles me. “Show me.”
“Again?” I ask out of an abundance of caution. “But aren’t you tired?”
“One more time,” she whispers in my ear, making it twitch with delight, “for good measure.”
A growl grows in my throat as I flip her onto her back, intent on reveling in her eager acquiescence. “How can I say no?”
The End
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BOOK 2: LOVING THE DEMON
As a human woman on Protheka, I knew I’d always be someone’s property.
But the demons taught me I could be even less.
The demons of Ti’ilth who own me make my old dark elf masters look gentle.
For the demons, I am an object. Not to be bought or sold, but worth less than that.
I’m given away freely. And the prince Rej’thorek takes me greedily.
He nearly breaks me right from the beginning.
But only in the best way.
He brings me to the brink until I beg him to shatter me.
I become the center of his focus, and that brings an unfortunate wrath down on me.
But he is a royal. And no one will harm what is his.
And that's what I am.
His property. His woman. His love.
His.
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LAURA
A guard tosses me into another cell, and I land with a wet slap against the stone.
Shackles are tightened around my wrists and ankles, securing me to the floor by a length of chain. After what they did to me, I can hardly move, every inch of my body searing with agony. I couldn’t fight them if I wanted to, not that I could. Demon voices roll over me, most of their words I can’t be bothered to comprehend.
I curl into a ball as the cell door slams shut.
“… it’s a pity,” one of my captors says. “Let’s hope the others are viable.”
