This is from my current fantasy/post apocolyptic novel with the working title of Aramaea.

He stroked his finger across my parted lips, his grin deepening as I snapped at him. “Yes, I’d fuck that impudent mouth of yours. But…” He stepped back and cool air brushed over my skin. I held down another shiver. “You’re wife number four for my brother.”

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