New week, new wip, Bitter Harvest. I’m having so much fun with this story, it’s unreal.
“Who’s your type?” He paused and the hot shine in his eyes made thinking difficult. “Because, right now, you want nothing more than to take me and fuck me. Do it, lieutenant.” He wet his lips. “Do it now.”
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This is my last post from Kingdoms for a while, as I have to well, actually write it, lol. Enjoy a bit more of the Beast…
Maura let out a slow sigh. “The mid-winter feast is slow and dull, Seager. I grabbed at an excuse.” She pulled a short kiss from Ladon’s mouth. “Shame my barbarian is always so…noisy.”
Seager coughed and a slash of red cut over his cheeks. “We will await you, Majesty.”
The door closed with a heavy thunk, leaving her alone with the barbarian. Maura pushed him away. Ladon didn’t move.
“What just happened here?” His low, angry voice brushed her lips and the hard length of his thigh still pressed against her sex. “Nobody uses me.”
Also, I cheated again, sorry…but as it’s the last of him for while, I’m not feeling too guilty 😕 Next week, I promise, proper Sixing…
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A little bit more on Kingdoms…
In a moment of weakness, she skirted the length of his bare torso, following the long, leather kirtle that revealed the solid length of his musclesd legs. Her gaze retraced its path to the dark and intricate swirls of tattoos covering his chest and arms, ones that emphasised the sculpted perfection of his brown skin.
He made no concession for the bitter cold of her northern home in winter. He was from the heat-blasted south, all desert and burning white skies. Something about him radiated heat, as if he carried the fierce sun of his homeland in his flesh.
He caught her staring and held her gaze. His mouth twitched.
And I cheated. There’s an iddy biddy extra sentence in there. Forgive me…?
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Yes, this has also been a while. Seriously 2011? New leaf.
So, just for Hailey Edwards – who is also a member of the Men Who Wear Leather Skirts Fanclub – here’s the first paragraph of Kingdoms.
The Beast was watching her again.
Through the smoke of candles, the bustle and noise of the attending slaves, the endless talk of her councilmen, he leaned against a smooth-stoned pillar and watched her. His dark eyes were unblinking and heavy with something she couldn’t name. Hunger? No the Beast had his fill of any woman in the palace compound. It was more akin to…anticipation.
Are you ready for a leathered-up man…?
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KIM KNOX 