She turns the drawing to show Calder, who gives a genuine smile. “Did I miss the second one?” He taps the parchment, which features another smaller mink.
Her cheeks warm as she carefully rips the paper from the book. “He seemed lonely, swimming by himself.” She twists in his lap and hands him the sketch. “Not unlike you.” Reluctantly, she stands, stretching her arms and legs.
How can I possibly express the myriad of emotions he thrusts upon me in every encounter? What is happening between us?
Calder carefully folds the paper and, surprisingly, tucks it away in his breast pocket. “Is that how you see me? Lonely and swimming around?”
She brushes moss from the back of her calves with a grin. “I don’t think you wish to be alone.”
“I find it interesting how you know me so well.”
Through eavesdropping on conversations amongst her family, she is piecing together the complicated man that is Calder Avardsson. Her time spent with him has only deepened her understanding, and, frustratingly, her longing to immerse herself in him like the South Sea on a hot day.
“Perhaps you are not as mysterious as you may think.” She hugs her notebook to her chest. “But I do relish spending time with you.” She steps into him.
He inclines his head. “I am yours, Aura, for as long a time as we have together.”
12
CALDER
August 29th, Year 21, 10th Era
Toftlund City, Treland
Aura Sigvidsson-Redwood is determined to destroy me.
After her spectacle in the bedroom and now coming undone in his lap, she seems stubbornly resolved to break the control he has worked tirelessly to construct.
It is bloody torture.
Entering Toftlund does little to mitigate Aura’s scent, which seems to be a permanent fixture in his mind and on his fingers. He almost relinquished his self-control and claimed the Princess’ body back in the mud along the forest floor.
Why did the gods craft such a perfect woman for me to ensure she is entirely unattainable?
Calder growls low, still savoring the sensation of her warm, wet pussy clenching tightly against his thick fingers. He salivates at the mere thought of seizing the young woman and devouring her in a side alley of the city. What he wouldn’t give to consume her moans as he wrecks them from her curves. All the while, she begs him to stake his ownership.
Those gorgeous eyes, intent on drowning him in a sea of sinful longing, were not what had sealed her fate with him.
It is every fucking aspect of her.
She embodies fiery passion, even as she offers gentle kindness to the people she loves most in this world. Her determination is fiercely inspiring, as if reminding him that some good remains in this life worth protecting.
Above all, she possesses no fear in the presence of the Iss Drengr.
As they trudged into the woods, he had a fleeting idea that she was about to allow him to look deeper into her soul–something no one had ever cared to do.
Dammit, his long-dormant inner feral predator has awoken with a primal need to safeguard the Princess.
When that precious woman's eyes brightened and stature altered at the sight of a damned weasel, I forgot every reason why I evolved into a cold-hearted bastard.
And then she offered him her drawing.
He had yet to decide how to handle her, but there’s no leaving her side now. He will annihilate any fuck who crosses her.
As the late afternoon sun burns overhead, her gait holds a light bounce to it that accents her thick ass in a manner that stirs his cock. The ache in his groin since his damned arrival in the country has reached a height that has the Iss Drengr wild with a thirst for that voluptuous young woman.
“While we are here,” she pauses at the top of the street they need to venture down, “I need to collect a gown for Mum that she had altered.” A sheepish expression crosses her features. “I am several days late in fulfilling the request, and today I received a nudge.”
