Charlotte Boyett Compo Emperor of the Wind (pdf)

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warrior? she challenged then gasped as he quickly withdrew the questing digits.
And what would you rather I use, wench? he said.
She turned her head to look at the bowl of fruit on the low table they used for
eating. A banana, a cucumber, a&
He gave a low roar then was over her, wedging his hard body between her thighs.
He prodded at her opening, his cock as hard as stone, making no effort to gain entrance.
His sinister grin as he continued to push against her brought a hard glint to Miri s
eyes.
Not very good at this lovemaking thing, are you, Burgon? she queried then put
her hand up to pat her lips in a pretend yawn of boredom.
Oh, now that is just mean, he said. He rammed into her with enough force to
shoot her upward on the mat.
Hey! she protested, eyes flaring, but brought her legs up to encircle him. You re
a brute.
He thrust hard, a muscle grinding in his cheek. You ain t seen nothing yet, baby.
He slammed into her again and again.
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She dug her fingernails into his suntanned back. Two can play that game, mister!
She dragged her short nails down his side not to draw blood but to goad him on for
she knew how much he liked the slight discomfort.
Ryden laughed the sound coming from deep in his chest and he sped up his
thrusts until the meaty slap of their bodies meeting filled the little hut.
They came at the exact same moment. Depleted, they sagged against one another
his arms around her, her head on his shoulder to lie staring up at the thatchwork
covering the ceiling. After a few minutes, she raised her head to look up at the
underside of his strong jaw.
It would only be a little tattoo, Ryden, she said.
He sighed heavily. No.
She lifted her hand and held her thumb and index finger an inch apart. Just a
teeny, tiny one with an itty bitty scythe.
No! he said, making the single word a growl.
She slapped her hand against his chest. You are such a badass!
Aye, but I m your badass, he countered.
Miri pursed her lips. She had every intention of getting the tat whether he liked it or
not. She wasn t afraid of his big, bad temper. He d get over it and himself
eventually. Her concern was for the artist who would put that tat on Ryden Bakari s
possession.
I ll pull his dangly out by the root if he so much as comes within a mile of
applying a laser to your rack, she heard him grumble.
Annoyed he had read her thoughts, she reminded herself to ask Bahiya if there was
a way to shield those thoughts from her Reaper.
Nope, there isn t, he declared.
Miri ground her teeth. All right, then what about the old-fashioned way? she
asked. Ink applied with&
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No, he stated. No laser, no ink, no graffiti on my woman.
Huh, she said with a grunt. She knew if she was to get a tattoo, she d have to do
so before she was installed as empress, for soon after that, she would be taking on the
mantle of a Lady-Reaper and when that happened she wouldn t be able to&
No tat! he snarled, and flung himself over her, pushing her legs wide apart with
his knees. No tat. No tat. No. Tat!
Stop reading my mind, you oaf! she said, swatting his ass hard enough to make
him yelp.
He stared down into her eyes with a hard, brittle glower that she realized must
terrify anyone unlucky enough to have it directed at them.
Miriam, I will say this only once and then never again, he said, jaw tight. I am
not only your husband, I am your Burgon. I am your emperor, and whether you admit
it or not, I am your lord and master!
She grunted in denial of that claim and felt him grind his growing erection against
her center.
I am telling you nay, I am ordering you not to have your flesh marked in any
shape, form or fashion. If you do, I swear to you, I will set your sweet little ass on fire
with the palm of my hand!
His words were spoken with a harsh grating that set her teeth on edge. He was
glowering at her. She could see the anger flashing in the amber depths of his eyes and
was a bit surprised to see a spark of crimson lurking there as well.
Ryden, please, she begged. It will be just the once. I want the tat to remind me I
am yours.
You don t need any reminding, wench! he shouted at her. You know you do
not!
Now she saw real rage glittering in his eyes.
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