Jerrard is a Ranger, one of an elite group of warriors which still fight to protect the people from Horde invasion. They are wraiths in the forest. Silent assassins who may strike and vanish again before the enemy ever realize they are under attack.
His kind are a dying breed. The king’s corruption has cost too many lives. They are now all at risk. Jerrard is already challenging his loyalties when the king sends him to rescue the daughter of a noble man.
Felicity is beautiful and passionate. He quickly realizes that she is the bait in a carefully laid trap to destroy him. To fall in love with her is a death sentence. Yet he finds himself irresistibly drawn into her arms.
She started to shake her head, but he caught her jaw in his hand and covered her mouth with his own.
He kissed her hard and deep. Pressing her back up against the cold stone wall as he used his mouth and hands to burn away her rebellion. Kissing her until he at last felt her surrender beneath him, trembling and leaning into his embrace with a powerful but silent need for more.
Only then did he slowly draw away, feeling his own breath coming in rough pants at the pleasure it brought to have her once more in his arms.
Her slightly parted lips were pink, wet, and slightly puffy from the force of his kiss. It made him want nothing more than to press her back up against that wall and finish what they’d started in the garden. But now was not the time.
“I will come back for you,” he whispered once more, finding himself even more aroused by the wide-eyed lust he could see burning in her eyes. This time, she merely nodded.
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Already translated.
Translated by Cristina García
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Author review: Amazing, fast and wonderful work! |
