Page 126 of Charming Deception

I slide in under the furs with him. He’s lying on his side, facing me, and I feel the heat coming off his body. I glimpse his bare chest and bump against his bare legs.

I turn over so my back is to him and try to curl up, leaving a little space between us, but it’s too cold this way.

So I roll over to face him. The tips of my breasts touch his chest. I don’t care if he likes it or if he doesn’t. “I have to go this way. You’re so warm.” I bend my leg and rest my knee on top of his for balance.

He’s deathly quiet.

It unnerves me when he just stares at me in the dark.

“Is this okay?” I ask him.

“Not if you know what I’m thinking right now.”

“What are you thinking?”

“That you have the body of a savage.”

“Stop looking!”

“Too late.”

I pull the fur around me, but my breasts are still touching his chest.

“You act like a Lady, but your body is ripe. Your breasts and the flesh between your legs… like you’re ready to be taken. If you were raised in the wastelands, you’d already have been fucked. A lot.”

“You’re being vulgar again.”

He carefully picks the loose strands of my hair from my neck and smooths them over my shoulder as he speaks. “You think your new husband won’t be vulgar? You think he’ll be gentle? That he’s not gonna take one look at you and claim you hard and fast?”

A shiver runs through me as his fingers linger, grazing the line of my jaw.

“You think he’ll give one thought to your pleasure? That he’ll take his time? He’ll get on his knees and kiss you? Caress you? Taste you? He’ll watch you, to see how you like it, because he cares? He’ll make you come again and again until you’re satisfied, so spent, you beg him to stop?”

“Stop talking to me like I’m one of your savage girls,” I say weakly.

He runs his fingers down my neck. I shiver against him again. “You respond like a savage girl when I touch you.”

“Then don’t touch me.”

“If you prefer, I can just talk to you like I did the other night.”

“Don’t.”

“Why not? You liked it.” He runs his thumb lightly over my lip.

“How do you know?”

He laughs, and his breath is warm against my lips. “Rowan, you almost brought the cave down on top of us.”

“Do you mean to ruin me for my husband?” I twist my face away from his hand. “And bring war to my homeland?”

“Your betrothed is a pig who doesn’t deserve you,” he growls softly.

“Let’s not talk about him if you can’t be civil.”

“Do you think anyone is gonna talk to you about anything else once you’re his bride? His possession?”

I start to pull away, but he catches me by my hip.

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