Entrusted with the monarch’s request to
return a lost princess to her homeland, his commitment to the mission demanded
results. But the personal cost of never holding the woman who owns his heart
heightened the importance of the operation. So, whatever it took to achieve the
goal... I’ll bring Danella home.
“Because you need relief.” Sinking onto
his lap, the plush pressure of her bottom on his legs inflamed his need for
sex.
Toying with the drawstrings on his
shirt, she brushed her fingertips over his chest. “Shifting shapes builds a
fire in your loins, and you haven’t fed the beast in a while.”
Unmercifully flirting with him, she
wiggled her bottom across his growing erection.
Curious
how she could know of his ability to transform unless she possessed the same
skill, he curved a hand over her knee. “And what about you? Do you suffer from
a similar problem?”
An intimate giggle broke between her
lips before she widened her legs. “No one can ever accuse me of not taking
pleasure wherever I can find it.”
“But can you shift forms?” Enticed by
her silky skin, he glided his hand under her skirt and stroked her velvety
inner thigh. Fighting the firestorm that touching her inspired, he studied her
beautiful face, looking for a reaction to his touch.
“I’m a witch. I can accomplish many
things.” Nudging the string on his shirt aside, her fingernails scored his
chest before she combed her fingers through the hair and tweaked his nipples.
“You’ll find sharing your passion with me is like nothing you’ve ever
experienced before.”
The enchanting tone of her voice sent
wave after wave of energy through his system. But if this wasn’t Danella, then
he needed to get back to his job and leave the witch alone.
Still, something about her...
“I must say, I’m tempted.” Wedging his hand
deeper, he fought the insatiable fervor the creamy texture of her skin
inspired. Driven onward by her response to his touch, he darted ever closer to
her wet heat with each stroke until she moaned and rocked forward as if
desperate for his next caress. Completely captivated, he struggled against the
ravenous fire burning through his loins. “But I prefer a little more privacy
when I stroke a woman.”
Note from Anita: I
am currently rewriting my books and plan to re-release a new book each month
for the next few years. Welcome to the journey and I hope you join me for this
exciting ride.
