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A small smile tipped up Ere’s lips.
“Be ready for when I return, beautiful.”
Sorin’s eyes lit with amber warmth, understanding exactly what Ere needed this night.
This…this was what Ere would move heaven and earth to protect. He’d suffer a thousand deaths as long as he would wake up to Sorin’s sunrise smiles.
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When the warrior finally emerged from the vat, standing fully naked, erect, and dripping water onto the fur rugs, Eir was more than ready to begin her sensorial feast.
Without taking his eyes from her, he used the tunic he’d discarded to wipe away the moisture clinging to his steaming skin, lingering in the areas where hair was more abundant.
His scalp, which sported closely cropped dark curls. As if someone had sheared him like a sheep. Somehow, it suited him. Emphasized the broad planes, sharp angles and intriguing hollows of his face more starkly. In a realm full of long-haired brutes, he stood out.
But then, this warrior would stand out anywhere, Eir surmised. He was…
Unique.
She could tell that if he allowed his hair to grow out, it would be more than wavy. It looked both soft and rough at the same time. She itched to test its texture.
His jaw, which boasted the beginnings of a fulsome beard.
The scruff looked like it was only a couple of days old, but the growth was thick, leaving no skin uncovered. It framed his wide, sensuous lips beautifully. Something unexpectedly soft amongst the hard edges and spiky thorns.
His beard would scratch and abrade. Eir couldn’t wait to feel it.
The hair on that mountain of a chest was next.
It wasn’t nearly a furry pelt, but enough that the fine dark hairs gave those thick, boulder-like pecs the illusion of silkiness. It made her want to thread her fingers through the light forest that narrowed into a line beneath his chest and arrowed through the deep grooves of his abdomen to flare once again around that stupendous tribute to masculinity.
Her mouth watered.
His cock, fully proportionate to his godly physique, bobbed as if in invitation. Leaking copious dew from the fat, flared crown.
She wanted to suck on it, bite it, just a teasing nibble to sharpen his pleasure. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip.
He swiped quickly under his arms, but she no longer noticed, her eyes rivetted on his magnificent cock.
Over the course of her long existence, Eir had had her share of beautiful men. Objectively speaking, far handsomer than the one standing proudly before her now in all his naked glory.
Kai’s rough-hewn face and body were riddled with scars. So many of them, there seemed to be no patch of skin unmarred.
And then there were the tattoos.
She hadn’t had the chance to appreciate them last night in the darkness of the Jarl’s hall or later outside. The mud and grime from the bog had hid them earlier.
But, now, in the soft icy glow of the lodge, as if the moon had personally reached inside and wreathed the warrior in its ethereal light, she saw him clearly for the first time.
He was magnificent.
Far more compelling than simple beauty and symmetry. Everything about him was imperfect.
A nose whose bridge was bumpy with a previous break. Likely more than once. Cheekbones that looked like jagged cliffs rather than anything polished or smooth. A brow that lowered easily into a frightening scowl. Deep-set eyes that were difficult to read.
She could feel his eyes tracking her as she let her own roam freely over the bounty of his maleness.
His stance said:look your fill. If you see what you want, take it.
