Daneliya's blush grew deeper and hotter as Bristow edged closer. His words made her stop short. D a m n, he was right. This wouldn't be an affair-just a fling. But still. Flings? No. Daneliya hadn't gotten over Tibe yet. She doubted that she ever would. And besides . . . she wasn't sure she was ready to be a mother again. She still had to find her other four children! But Bristow was up against her now, and her heart was fluttering, and d a m n, she hadn't felt this way since Tiberias . . .
His words came out in a breathless purr. "You still averse to that fling?" Danya was about to shake her head, shove him off, tell him that she had no time for love. . . . But she caught herself. You don't seem like the type to have a fling, she panted, and he grinned. "Neither do you." Then Daneliya felt his teeth on her scruff and her body hit the ground and she did nothing to stop it.
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Daneliya panted softly, side by side with Bristow. She couldn't remember a time when she would've willingly done this. Yet it was as if she needed it. Daneliya had no idea why, or how. She turned her face to Bristow. You and I, we're not together. We speak of this to nobody. Got it?
Love - Mother of Five - Hawthorne Zeta - Goddess of Snakes - Delilah
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