Prince of Passion
“By the last shining stone, he’d never felt so vulnerable. Even when he’d been cornered on that mining colony by three miners, each outweighing him by twice his own mass in pure muscle, he hadn’t felt this rush of dread. Because those three women, rough and ready as they’d been, hadn’t known what he was.
Not like this tiny queen who still held him by the collar as if he were a naughty pup who’d slipped his leash. The top of her braids barely reached the middle of his chest; from his height he lo...oked down on the cinnabar-red lining of the tiny shells in her hair. Despite the luscious curves and well-toned shoulders revealed by her sleeveless dress, he knew he could lift her with one arm—though one shouldn’t tote world rulers like common baggage—but the mere brush of her fingers stole his strength in a way no holographic interface ever had, as he could never have anticipated.
And oh how he was anticipating.
Against his own sheerways-pale skin, her dusky, sun-kissed flesh glowed, only enhanced by the vermillion of the long dress that matched her naturally red lips.MoreLess
Not like this tiny queen who still held him by the collar as if he were a naughty pup who’d slipped his leash. The top of her braids barely reached the middle of his chest; from his height he lo...oked down on the cinnabar-red lining of the tiny shells in her hair. Despite the luscious curves and well-toned shoulders revealed by her sleeveless dress, he knew he could lift her with one arm—though one shouldn’t tote world rulers like common baggage—but the mere brush of her fingers stole his strength in a way no holographic interface ever had, as he could never have anticipated.
And oh how he was anticipating.
Against his own sheerways-pale skin, her dusky, sun-kissed flesh glowed, only enhanced by the vermillion of the long dress that matched her naturally red lips.MoreLess
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