“That’s it, Tala.” Alaric pressed a feverish kiss to her temple, then another one to her jaw. He sounded as broken as she felt, that deep rasp of a voice guiding her higher. “Come all over your husband’s wedding ring.” He watched her the way one watched a sunrise.” HotAlaricTalasynTala Book:A Monsoon Rising Source: A Monsoon Rising
“You have me on my back.” Alaric was shocked by the hoarseness in his own voice. “Now what?” “I don’t know,” Talasyn mumbled. Her gaze was also focused on his mouth. Her heart was beating a wild, violent rhythm in tandem with his. “I didn’t think that far ahead.” “Pity.” His fingers ventured higher up her thigh, caressing the silky flesh.” HotAlaricTalasyn Book:A Monsoon Rising Source: A Monsoon Rising
“Look at you, Lachis’ka,” he said, his voice gravelly and darkly teasing, the words conjured as usual from a heady mixture of bravado and sheer want. “Always scolding your husband, but you’re still going to come all over him. You’re still going to march out there—in front of everyone—and bid me goodbye while I’m dripping down your thighs.” HotAlaricTalasyn Book:A Monsoon Rising Source: A Monsoon Rising
“Let the Nenavarene see their Lachis’ka ride the Night Emperor’s face.” There was a ragged edge to his deep voice. His breath was hot against her wetness. “Let them see me make my wife scream. Let them know, beyond the Shadow and the turning of the stars, that you are mine.” HotPossessiveAlaricTalasyn Book:A Monsoon Rising Source: A Monsoon Rising