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“I doubt your Argonaut kin would approve of that,�� she managed. “They didn’t much like me being in your realm.��

“They’ll just have to get used to it. Some things in life are more important than duty and honor.��

Gods, how she wished that were true. “Nothing in life is more important than duty and honor, Titus.��

He cradled her face in his hands again. “You are.��

That was it. All she could take. A desperate need to be close to him one last time overwhelmed every thought and action. She pressed her mouth to his. Kissed him hard. Gasped when his arms closed around her waist with the strength of a vise. Lost herself in the sweet taste of his tongue stroking urgently across hers.

“I want you,�� she whispered against his lips. Desperation clawed at her soul.

She pressed her lips to his again, opened, licked into his mouth. Warmth, wetness, hunger caressed her tongue in an erotic dance. She trailed one hand down his bare chest, over the waistband of his pants.”
― Elisabeth Naughton, Bound

“H--‐how did we get in the water?��

“You were burning. I needed to do something to cool you. As soon as I carried you in, though, you started flailing around. Scared me,�� he added on a whisper.

That explained the dream. But it didn’t change what she knew was coming. She pressed her face against his neck and drew in the sweet scent of his skin. Loved the rasp of his stubbly cheek against her flesh.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re holding something back?�� he asked softly.

Because he was smart. And because even in the short amount of time they’d been together, he’d learned more about her than anyone else in her entire life. “I believe in signs. I never did before but…I dreamed about you.��

“You did?��

She nodded. “I think I have for a while, I just…I didn’t know it was you. But now…��
She swallowed hard. “I should have waited for you. It’s the biggest regret I have. I’m sorry I didn’t wait.”
― Elisabeth Naughton, Bound

“Natasa a avut doua bomboane. Apoi a mancat o bomboana si i-a mai ramas una. Natasa a pus bomboana pe masa, in fata ei, si a inceput sa planga. Natasa plange, dar cu coada ochiului se uita sa vada daca n-a aparut si a doua bomboana. Cea de-a doua bomboana n-a aparut.
Natasa s-a mirat, dar n-a spus nimic si s-a dus in camera ei sa creasca.”
― Daniil Kharms, Mi se spune capucin: proză, scenete, fragmente