by Kate Hill
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Excerpt:
“You don’t have to be quite so gentle,” she said, interrupting his thoughts. She smiled at him and caressed his face. “I won’t break, you know.”
“I don’t want to hurt you with these.” He held up his hands, indicating his claws.
“You won’t.” She took his hand and kissed the pads of his fingers.
Cupping her face, Grit kissed her again, harder this time — more demanding.
Their tongues tasted, stroking and dipping into warm, wet crevices. Grit’s tongue slid over her small, sharp fangs and he tasted his own blood.
Zari moaned. No doubt his blood aroused her. She caressed his chest. Her hands were slender, long-fingered and strong. They were soft and smooth in places and calloused in others from years of training with weapons. Zari was as much a warrior as Grit.
That was one thing not new to him — one thing he remembered and something they shared. Now, it seemed, they were prepared to share much, much more.
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