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1 " You are the most blasphemous man I’ve ever known.” Silhara’s free hand wandered over her shoulder to gently cup her breast. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “You would seduce me with flattery? "
― Grace Draven , The Light Within (Master of Crows, #1.5)
2 " Silhara braced for the inevitable cold shock of her gloved hands as they skittered up his sides to burrow under his arms. He joined her in the shivering. “Those hands of yours are icier than a wraith’s touch.” “That’s because I’m nearly frozen to death.” She abandoned his underarms to map paths down his sides towards his breeches lacings. He seized one of her wrists. “Don’t even consider it,” he warned. “I don’t want to be pissing ice chips later.” The thought of his wife’s cold fingers wrapping around his genitals for warmth made his bollocks draw up tight. "
3 " Silhara lifted her captured hand to his mouth, tugged aside the glove and blew into the space between palm and covering. Martise slumped in his arms and moaned her approval. He did the same for her other hand before nestling them back under his arms and giving her a stern warning not to go anywhere near his groin. Swathed in layers of wool, fur and a hooded cloak, Martise hid her face in Silhara’s chest and laughed. The sound sent pleasant vibrations through his torso. “Better?” he asked. “Much. You have a soft heart.” He frowned. “No need to be insulting.” He felt her laughter once more, followed by muffled words. "
4 " Martise sputtered, caught between laughter and a horrified gasp. “You are the most blasphemous man I’ve ever known.” Silhara’s free hand wandered over her shoulder to gently cup her breast. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “You would seduce me with flattery? "