𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝.
A war commander feared by his allies much as his enemies. Eber Soldat is a man of age and experience who can swing his long sword and behead the most opposing warriors with...
Gradually, the corner of Eber's mouth curls when he turns her wrist over, setting her hand back to Romhild's hilt. His hands grip onto her sides, his fingers tipped by short claws tugging and poking through her wrinkles of fabric. He glides to her hips, guiding her to the nearby table, the back of her legs hitting the wood, his body pinning her there. Under her skin, her blood warms as it rushes through her body, blood which he can smell, making his lips part over his fangs.
Yanking at her layers of skirt, Eber's hold changes and he roughly hoists her to the surface by her thighs. He leans to her, his mouth latching onto her neck, forcing her head to one side, her long wavy coal hair bunching on her shoulder, his body pushing her down to the table as he comes over her.
Her shining blue eyes close pleasurably, her lower tone releasing a throaty breath as his mouth shifts on her neck, moving his deep bite to another tender spot under her jaw. His instincts commanding his needs with his claws piercing into her skin, his fangs burying further into her throat, tipping her head back. At the same time, the commands of her instincts glide her hand over his chest, pushing at his coat, while the other stays locked on Romhild, her legs wrapping around him.
"...You taste sweet," he says hoarsely, his mouth moving once again. "...You have always tasted sweet."
𝘉𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺
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