““My prince!” she protested, trembling from head to toe as he crouched above her with fierce glowing eyes. There wasn’t a question in Mina’s mind that Dante had made a decision, that the prince was asserting his privilege, or that the dragon was now in control. It was evident in Dante’s regal but ruthless posture, his gentle yet possessive grasp, his determined and hungry gaze. There would be no dissuading him from his chosen path. Yet and still, she had to try. Wha...t he was suggesting was beyond dangerous or improper. It was betrayal at its worst, adultery at the least, illegal, no matter how one turned it over. “My prince, we can’t,” she repeated the objection. He snarled, flashing the barest hint of fangs. His eyes swept lower, beneath the neckline of her cross-laced doublet, and his hand instinctively followed, his finger trailing a provocative line between her breasts.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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