"Rose," Jaenelle replied in a hollow voice. "He killed my friend Rose." Then a savage light burned in her eyes and her lips curled in a small, bitter smile. "He slit her throat because she wouldn't lick the lollipop." Her eyes slid to his groin before drifting up to his face. "Is that what you call it, Prince?"
Daemon's throat closed. His blood pounded in him, pounded him, angry surf against rock. It was so very, very hard to breathe.
The sepulchral voice. The midnight, cavernous, ancient, raging voice that held a whisper of madness. He hadn't imagined it, that other time. Hadn't imagined it.
Birthright Black.
Witch.
She wanted to kill him because he was male. Accepting that made it easier to be calm.
"It's called a penis, Lady. I have no use for euphemisms."
Oh God, I love this series. Daemon was hot and I so would let Saetan nibble on my neck ;D
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Daemon's throat closed. His blood pounded in him, pounded him, angry surf against rock. It was so very, very hard to breathe.
The sepulchral voice. The midnight, cavernous, ancient, raging voice that held a whisper of madness. He hadn't imagined it, that other time. Hadn't imagined it.
Birthright Black.
Witch.
She wanted to kill him because he was male. Accepting that made it easier to be calm.
"It's called a penis, Lady. I have no use for euphemisms."
Oh God, I love this series. Daemon was hot and I so would let Saetan nibble on my neck ;D