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worried.
“I’m fine.” Vesa curled into him, loose and
languid as she panted. More than fine.
Ramar settled on the bed and Vesa allowed her
hand to glide over his rising chest, her cheek resting on the arm
he wrapped around her.
“This is the way of bed play?”
Genuine curiosity coated the question. Vesa
answered honestly. “Yes.”
“I was a fool.”
“Yes,” Vesa agreed.
Ramar snorted and squeezed her middle. Vesa
laughed and patted his chest. “I will fix all your foolish
ways.”
He stiffened beneath her, causing Vesa to
lift her head and peer into his eyes. “Ramar?”
He cupped her face. “Argan once claimed he
would willingly be foolish for the woman who owned his heart. I
understand now of what he spoke.”
Vesa twitched in his arms and licked her
lips, gaze intent on the brown eyes staring down at her. The peace
of their pleasure faded, leaving her bereft as she concentrated on
the meaning behind his words. “What are you saying, Warlord?”
“I believe you know my heart, Vesa.”
Blessed One. She turned completely on her
side and sat up. “You care for me?”
He tucked her tangled hair behind her ear.
“Vaan and Balal say Raasa prefer the term love.”
“You love me?”
His lips quirked and Vesa smacked his chest.
When that only produced a barked laugh, she reached up and yanked
on his tousled hair. “Are you telling me you love me?”
Ramar eased up, propping his back along her
head board. The covers slid around his hips hiding the male part of
him. She stared overlong at the rising bulge before forcing her
attention back to their conversation. Vesa didn’t care how her
voice quivered. “Ramar?”
“I have loved you from the first time I held
you in my arms but did not understand the feeling.”
“You spoke truth then. You are a fool!” She
dove forward, arms around his neck, confident he’d catch her.
When Ramar wrapped his arms around her, Vesa
closed her eyes and settled her weight against him. “I love you,
stubborn Warlord.”
Ramar tipped her face up and pressed his lips
to hers. The kiss was short yet sweet because of his awkwardness
with the gesture as he pulled away. “I stand by my vow to sleep
with you tonight but I must speak with Vaan to make sure all is
well.”
With Argan gone, Vaan had named Ramar his new
right hand. Vesa reluctantly moved to the side as he climbed from
the bed and began dressing. Despite his words, fear attempted to
take hold. Her heart clattered around in her chest and the emotions
overwhelmed enough that the question escaped before she could think
better of it. “You really love me?”
Ramar paused in buckling his sword about his
chest. His brown eyes blasted heat across the length of the bed,
proclaiming his feelings. Then he came near and braced one knee on
the sheets and touched her nose. “I love you, Vesa.”
She relaxed and smiled. As soon as Ramar
left, she curled into the sheets heavy with his scent and dozed.
Her day dream centered around the Warlord and the kisses she
planned to claim when he returned. Vesa had just reached the
fatigue that signaled deep sleep when an alarm sounded. All musings
disappeared as she jerked upright. Footsteps thudded outside her
door. Vesa leaped from the bed and used a cloth and bowl of water
to clean herself then frantically tugged on her wrinkled dress.
Panic governing her every move, Vesa fled to
the lower level. Each drill Vaan had gone over in case of an
emergency ran through her mind and Vesa instinctively looked for
Erana and Arane as soon as she entered the dining hall. The few
Warlords lingering in the room jumped to their feet. Plates fell
and shattered on the floor. Raasa and Kabanian alike raced toward
the main door. Something hard slammed into her from behind. Rough
calloused hands cupped Vesa’s elbows and caught her before she hit
the floor.
“Are you well?” Warlord Hanson asked, dark
eyes anxiously going over her.
Vesa barely managed a nod before he took
“I’m fine.” Vesa curled into him, loose and
languid as she panted. More than fine.
Ramar settled on the bed and Vesa allowed her
hand to glide over his rising chest, her cheek resting on the arm
he wrapped around her.
“This is the way of bed play?”
Genuine curiosity coated the question. Vesa
answered honestly. “Yes.”
“I was a fool.”
“Yes,” Vesa agreed.
Ramar snorted and squeezed her middle. Vesa
laughed and patted his chest. “I will fix all your foolish
ways.”
He stiffened beneath her, causing Vesa to
lift her head and peer into his eyes. “Ramar?”
He cupped her face. “Argan once claimed he
would willingly be foolish for the woman who owned his heart. I
understand now of what he spoke.”
Vesa twitched in his arms and licked her
lips, gaze intent on the brown eyes staring down at her. The peace
of their pleasure faded, leaving her bereft as she concentrated on
the meaning behind his words. “What are you saying, Warlord?”
“I believe you know my heart, Vesa.”
Blessed One. She turned completely on her
side and sat up. “You care for me?”
He tucked her tangled hair behind her ear.
“Vaan and Balal say Raasa prefer the term love.”
“You love me?”
His lips quirked and Vesa smacked his chest.
When that only produced a barked laugh, she reached up and yanked
on his tousled hair. “Are you telling me you love me?”
Ramar eased up, propping his back along her
head board. The covers slid around his hips hiding the male part of
him. She stared overlong at the rising bulge before forcing her
attention back to their conversation. Vesa didn’t care how her
voice quivered. “Ramar?”
“I have loved you from the first time I held
you in my arms but did not understand the feeling.”
“You spoke truth then. You are a fool!” She
dove forward, arms around his neck, confident he’d catch her.
When Ramar wrapped his arms around her, Vesa
closed her eyes and settled her weight against him. “I love you,
stubborn Warlord.”
Ramar tipped her face up and pressed his lips
to hers. The kiss was short yet sweet because of his awkwardness
with the gesture as he pulled away. “I stand by my vow to sleep
with you tonight but I must speak with Vaan to make sure all is
well.”
With Argan gone, Vaan had named Ramar his new
right hand. Vesa reluctantly moved to the side as he climbed from
the bed and began dressing. Despite his words, fear attempted to
take hold. Her heart clattered around in her chest and the emotions
overwhelmed enough that the question escaped before she could think
better of it. “You really love me?”
Ramar paused in buckling his sword about his
chest. His brown eyes blasted heat across the length of the bed,
proclaiming his feelings. Then he came near and braced one knee on
the sheets and touched her nose. “I love you, Vesa.”
She relaxed and smiled. As soon as Ramar
left, she curled into the sheets heavy with his scent and dozed.
Her day dream centered around the Warlord and the kisses she
planned to claim when he returned. Vesa had just reached the
fatigue that signaled deep sleep when an alarm sounded. All musings
disappeared as she jerked upright. Footsteps thudded outside her
door. Vesa leaped from the bed and used a cloth and bowl of water
to clean herself then frantically tugged on her wrinkled dress.
Panic governing her every move, Vesa fled to
the lower level. Each drill Vaan had gone over in case of an
emergency ran through her mind and Vesa instinctively looked for
Erana and Arane as soon as she entered the dining hall. The few
Warlords lingering in the room jumped to their feet. Plates fell
and shattered on the floor. Raasa and Kabanian alike raced toward
the main door. Something hard slammed into her from behind. Rough
calloused hands cupped Vesa’s elbows and caught her before she hit
the floor.
“Are you well?” Warlord Hanson asked, dark
eyes anxiously going over her.
Vesa barely managed a nod before he took
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