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1 " I love you, she said. Khalid lifted his head to hers. She placed a hand against his cheek. Beyond words. "
― Renée Ahdieh , The Wrath and the Dawn (The Wrath and the Dawn, #1)
2 " Heavy hearts, heavy eyelids," said the master of the caravan." Huh?" Heather looked up in dismay, shocked to find she'd nearly been left behind as the caravan prepared to move on. Her last night's sleep had been fitful, full of dreams where Khalid made her suffer for running away. Now she felt drained and groggy, unable to get the images of Khalid spanking her over his knee and then ravishing her out of her tired head." Look," the caravan master said. " Riders approaching, a great armed party. No doubt they are searching for escaped slaves." " No doubt." Heather straightened up wearily in the saddle, determined to outwit Khalid and conceal her true identity as a runaway. The one thing she was sure of was that capture would bring a fate worse than death. Already she could imagine Khalid tying her up, spanking her bottom, making her howl for mercy until she had no pride or will to resist. And then would come the true test of her virtue . . . "
3 " Khalid?” It was dark now, and she couldn't see his face, but she knew he was right there, an inch or two from their last kiss. “What was that look? Earlier, after we'd finished?”There was a long silence in the dark before Khalid finally spoke.“It is only that it has been a long time since I have made love.” There was another long quiet. She waited for him. “Of course, I love Galen. But you know already, we are only tender when we are not f****ing. And you and I, we were tender, before, but we did not feel then as we feel now.”“No.”“I had forgotten how big that feeling is.”Vanka pulled Khalid to her, cradling his naked body against hers. "
― Varian Krylov , Hurt
