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Vankor leaned over and pulled the sheet down off Rianne's chest. His intense, appreciative gaze stoked her desire, even as it made her squirm. No matter how much she wished otherwise, her body betrayed the deep pulse of physical need he roused in her. It took so little, a look, the musky scent of his body, and she was already entrapped by lust.
"There is one story in which Ayleen pretended to go mad. She tore at her clothes until they were rent to pieces," Vankor said and the purring strokes of his rich baritone voice made Rianne nipples harden. "Tiranor was concerned that she would do herself harm so he bound her wrists and tied her to the bed." Vankor took both Rianne's wrists in his big hand and tugged them above her head. "Like so."
A tense shiver ran through Rianne and she pulled against the bond.
Vankor ignored her slight struggles and continued with his story. "However, Tiranor had not considered how a half naked, writhing woman, bound and begging for release, could drive all reason out of a man's head."
He smiled down at her and Rianne's breath caught. Vankor's smile suddenly reminded her of the demon Birishla. She wriggled and pulled harder against his grip. The hunger in his dark eyes only grew brighter.
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Posted May 20, 2012
I really found the concept of this book disturbing. If I was going to be philosophical I would say that it would give you something to think about but, I can't condone that kind of interaction between people. It smacks of abusive and enabling relationship in the name of love. Just my opinion.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 14, 2011
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