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loves you."
"I don't think I'll ever grow tired of hearing that." His mouth found her jaw as he carried her across the garden, toward the entrance to their private rooms. "You gentled me with love."
"And I don't think I'll ever grow tired of hearing that ."
"No?" A low chuckle. "I knew you were mine the first time you knelt at my feet. I didn't know you'd make me yours. Or how much I'd love you."
"And no wonder." She bit his neck gently. "Who would have thought a novice could tame the Temple's greatest trainer?"
"Anyone who'd ever met her."
"Flatterer." She reached back to open the door. "Just think, I was only going to avail myself of your considerable talents, and become the most skilled priestess I could be."
He grinned. "And how'd that work out for you, my ambitious little kitten?"
"Not so well. While your talents are considerable indeed, I find myself unaccountably distracted by your mind."
"Then maybe it worked out very well." He lowered her to the ground and spun her around to face the luscious, gorgeously appointed suite she'd inherited along with new robes and a new title. "How does it feel to have everything?"
She turned to face him, winding her arms around his neck. Everything, and all she could see was him. "It feels like home."
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He hadn't sent ahead word for his small staff to ready the house. It was cold, with no dinner laid out and no fire in the hearth.
No matter. Karim clutched Celine tighter to his chest and bypassed the great room altogether, heading for the stone stairs. "Have you eaten?" If not, he would need to bring food to her.
"Food would be welcome, as long as you'll share it with me." Her voice held a slight edge, probably because she still hadn't forgiven him for refusing to let her walk.
"Yes." It wouldn't be fancy fare, but he could bring her food. Feed her.
Her fingers brushed along his jaw, soft and soothing. "Remember, first you must call your cousin and tell him I'm safe." She hesitate a heartbeat. "You do have a comlink out here, don't you?"
Shit, he'd forgotten. "No. There's nothing."
"Servants to send a message?"
Yes, he had those. "As soon as you're safe."
She stroked his cheek again, then slid long, strong fingers up to drag through his hair. "I am safe. Here with you, Karim."
She was trying too hard to soothe him, and he opened his mouth to tell her he was fine. He hadn't lost his mind like some battle-scarred warrior who'd gone bestial.
Except the words came on a harsh growl. "I'm fine, Celine."
That earned him a stern look and a tart retort that took him back decades. "Don't lie to a priestess, Karim."
He forced himself to set her down. "If I weren't fine, I'd be prowling every corner, snarling and looking for danger." As it was, he had to hold himself back from just that.
She saw through him. "You're not going to do that once you've stashed me in a bed?"
"No." Because he wasn't stashing her in a bed. He took her arm instead and dragged her down the hall. "There's a room here, with a bath chamber. You can get cleaned up."
"I would appreciate that." From the wistful tone of her voice, it was the truth and then some.
"You're hungry." If he busied himself with something else that would satisfy her, he could fight the need to bathe her himself.
"Yes, Karim." She rocked up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. "Thank you."
Entirely of its own volition, his hand slid into her hair and clenched tight. "Celine."
The strong beat of her heart stuttered, came back faster, though not from fear. Her eyes held no terror, just understanding and acceptance. "Yes?"
"I'll be back soon."
Blood pounded in his ears and his body protested, but he descended the stairs anyway. He had to get away before he proved her right.
Before he took her like a beast.
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"I don't think I'll ever grow tired of hearing that." His mouth found her jaw as he carried her across the garden, toward the entrance to their private rooms. "You gentled me with love."
"And I don't think I'll ever grow tired of hearing that ."
"No?" A low chuckle. "I knew you were mine the first time you knelt at my feet. I didn't know you'd make me yours. Or how much I'd love you."
"And no wonder." She bit his neck gently. "Who would have thought a novice could tame the Temple's greatest trainer?"
"Anyone who'd ever met her."
"Flatterer." She reached back to open the door. "Just think, I was only going to avail myself of your considerable talents, and become the most skilled priestess I could be."
He grinned. "And how'd that work out for you, my ambitious little kitten?"
"Not so well. While your talents are considerable indeed, I find myself unaccountably distracted by your mind."
"Then maybe it worked out very well." He lowered her to the ground and spun her around to face the luscious, gorgeously appointed suite she'd inherited along with new robes and a new title. "How does it feel to have everything?"
She turned to face him, winding her arms around his neck. Everything, and all she could see was him. "It feels like home."
An Excerpt from Savage Healing
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Enjoy this brief excerpt from Temple of Luna #4...
He hadn't sent ahead word for his small staff to ready the house. It was cold, with no dinner laid out and no fire in the hearth.
No matter. Karim clutched Celine tighter to his chest and bypassed the great room altogether, heading for the stone stairs. "Have you eaten?" If not, he would need to bring food to her.
"Food would be welcome, as long as you'll share it with me." Her voice held a slight edge, probably because she still hadn't forgiven him for refusing to let her walk.
"Yes." It wouldn't be fancy fare, but he could bring her food. Feed her.
Her fingers brushed along his jaw, soft and soothing. "Remember, first you must call your cousin and tell him I'm safe." She hesitate a heartbeat. "You do have a comlink out here, don't you?"
Shit, he'd forgotten. "No. There's nothing."
"Servants to send a message?"
Yes, he had those. "As soon as you're safe."
She stroked his cheek again, then slid long, strong fingers up to drag through his hair. "I am safe. Here with you, Karim."
She was trying too hard to soothe him, and he opened his mouth to tell her he was fine. He hadn't lost his mind like some battle-scarred warrior who'd gone bestial.
Except the words came on a harsh growl. "I'm fine, Celine."
That earned him a stern look and a tart retort that took him back decades. "Don't lie to a priestess, Karim."
He forced himself to set her down. "If I weren't fine, I'd be prowling every corner, snarling and looking for danger." As it was, he had to hold himself back from just that.
She saw through him. "You're not going to do that once you've stashed me in a bed?"
"No." Because he wasn't stashing her in a bed. He took her arm instead and dragged her down the hall. "There's a room here, with a bath chamber. You can get cleaned up."
"I would appreciate that." From the wistful tone of her voice, it was the truth and then some.
"You're hungry." If he busied himself with something else that would satisfy her, he could fight the need to bathe her himself.
"Yes, Karim." She rocked up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. "Thank you."
Entirely of its own volition, his hand slid into her hair and clenched tight. "Celine."
The strong beat of her heart stuttered, came back faster, though not from fear. Her eyes held no terror, just understanding and acceptance. "Yes?"
"I'll be back soon."
Blood pounded in his ears and his body protested, but he descended the stairs anyway. He had to get away before he proved her right.
Before he took her like a beast.
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