Sex God Sunday
As it is Memorial Day Weekend here in the States, I thought I’d share a little snippet featuring Brant from Knightly Desire. Not military in the traditional sense, but a knight in the king’s service.
She looked down into his handsome face and her heartbeat quickened. He quite literally stole her breath. She reached out, her fingers lingering in the air over the traces of gray in his dark, unruly black hair, then down the side of his face, along the chiseled line of his jaw. The clean scent of his skin ignited a spark in the core of her belly, a heat that was both foreign and exciting. Her gaze shifted down, over his long, lean body. He overfilled the single bed, and even unconscious, he exuded strength and power. He was muscular, rugged, the essence of male perfection. Not even statues of Ison did justice to this kind of beauty. She longed to touch him, to know the texture of his skin. She brushed her fingertips over his brow, but pulled back sharply when his eyelids fluttered.