Crystal Tarot

Excerpt

Moving to one side of the hall, he angled the woman to face him and pressed her back against the hard, dirty stone. He slipped his hands beneath the cloak, surprised at the fine, silken fabric of her clothing. Squinting, he searched the shadowed interior of the hood, unable to discern any features save the slightly swollen, reddened pout of her full lips. He couldn’t help himself; he had to taste of her again.

He slanted his lips against hers and eased one knee between her thighs. She lifted one hand and rested the palm against his shoulder. Even through his clothing the contact burned his skin. Unable to stop the moan vibrating low in his chest, he pressed his hips to hers, sliding the firm rise in his loins against the softness of her belly.

The guard emitted one final bark of laughter before he turned away and raced along another passageway.

The need to continue his seduction nearly drove thoughts of escape from Zale’s desire-hazed mind. How long had it been since he’d felt such--need? Tearing his lips from the woman’s, he stepped back. If the guard were to look now, there would be no need to feign his body’s reaction.

“I... ” His voice cracked. Realizing there were no words adequate enough to express his jumbled feelings, he turned and stalked away from the silent woman.

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