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Оглавление‘You will not use this as an excuse to take this land. Your quarrel is with me and me alone.’
Ivar’s insolent gaze raked her form, burning through Thyre’s clothes. Against her will, the memory of what it was like to lie wrapped in his arms welled up inside her. Angrily she damped it down, but not before a knowing gleam appeared in his eyes.
‘I did not hear you complaining last night. What passed between us was your suggestion.’
‘That was different. It ended this morning.’
‘We are far from finished, you and I.’
The back of her neck prickled a warning. She took a half-step backwards, but his hand shot out, clamping around her waist and pulling her forward. His thigh hit her hip. Ruthlessly he lowered his mouth. His tongue delicately traced the outline of her mouth. Her hands came up and buried themselves in his hair, wanting the warmth to continue.
Abruptly he let her go and ran a finger down the side of her face and neck…
‘Mine.’
