He meant it, but he bent his head to hers and took her mouth, so short of breath he must have hers, needing so urgently to join with her that he would do it in whatever way he might—hands, breath, mou...
He raised one brow, cool and reserved; he had been shocked, too, but the shock was wearing off. I cannot see that I am under any particular obligation to do so, he said.
He reached forward then and took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh wi...
He reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out my fan, white silk embroidered with violets. This is yours, I suppose? I found it in the corridor. His mouth twisted wryly as he looked at me. I...
He shuddered, and for lack of any other notion, kissed her forehead. Her arms came up sudden as a snare and held him fiercely, pulling him down onto her again and he seized her, too, crushing her to h...
He sighed, rubbing his cheek against the pillow. He could see Hector still, in his mind’s eye. Dark-haired and blue-eyed, tender-mouthed, always smiling.
He told me. About everything.
He wished to cover her with his body, possess her-for if he could do that, he could pretend to himself that she was safe. Covering her so...he might protect her. Or so he felt, even knowing how sensel...
Her maternal feelings were unlikely to be assuaged by hearing that the marriage had been performed in the middle of the night on a West Indian beach by a disgraced—if not actually defrocked—priest, wi...
His hair was not only long and glossily anointed with bear fat, but most resplendently dressed, with a high tail twisted up from the crown of his head and dropping down his back, ending in a dozen tin...
His hand came around to caress my breast. Even when I’ve just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again. He cupped my face in the dark, thumbs...
His hand rested on my hair, and without knowing quite how it happened, I found myself curled against him, my head just fitting in the hollow of his shoulder.
His head bowed and his lips fastened softly on my nipple. I groaned, feeling the half-painful prickle of the milk rushing through the tiny ducts. I put a hand behind his head, and pressed him slightly...
His heart was beating faster. Everett’s perfume was his accustomed musk and myrrh; the scent of it conjured tumbled linens, and the touch of hard and knowing hands.
His mouth tightened up and he says, ‘I thought this was the young man who only a week past was shouting that he wasn’t afraid to die. Surely a man who’s not afraid to die isn’t afraid of a few lashes?...
I am going to be where you are for the rest of our lives, I said firmly. If that's a week or another forty years.Longer, he said, and smiled
I am improvising a brassiere, I said with dignity. I don’t mean to ride sidesaddle through the mountains wearing a dress, and if I’m not wearing stays, I don’t mean my breasts to be joggling all the w...
I believe you, he said firmly. I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There’s the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall bel...
I chose my way when I wed ye, though I kent it not at the time. But I chose, and cannot now turn back, even if I would.''Would you?' I looked into his eyes as I asked, and read the answer there. He sh...
I did sometimes wonder what he saw in you, he said, his tone deliberately light. Jamie. Oh, you did? How flattering. I sniffed, and blew my nose. When he began to speak of you, both of us thought you...
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