Daughters Of Lyra: Heart Of A Prince - Plot & Excerpts
“I can read, write and speak those languages.” “How? They’ve been dead for centuries.” “My education was thorough. There are many I cannot speak though but most have a similar phonetic system or symbolic.” She smiled, a radiant one that drew another hard beat of his heart from him. “Perhaps if you fix my suit, I will be inclined to tell you more?” Tres said, desperate to get warm again and get her away from the cells. This was no place for her. This dark world in which he lived would taint such a beautiful and delicate butterfly. She nodded and he turned away again. Her hands touched his back. He swallowed and closed his eyes, heightening the feel of her fingers against him. They were gentle, dancing lightly over his thermal suit as she explored it. What was she thinking? Feeling? He wished he could order her to tell him everything that crossed her mind. He wanted to know if this affected her as much as it did him. He shifted to relieve the tightness of his suit against his crotch.
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