Chapitre 128: Touched*

If you like music while you read try "Every Time We Touch" by Brent Morgan. It's what I was listening to while writing this!

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~ HARTH ~

She looked up to check that she wasn't hurting him, but even though he growled, he was smiling. The look in his eyes threatening to make her pay for this drawn out tease… his eyes still flashing to his lion. But he didn't stop her.

So she released his hands and trailed her hands down his sides to his hips, then his strong thighs—the line of muscle there was impressive and so deep she could press a finger into it. But there was more than one scar, and she frowned when her fingers ran over those puckered, lighter stretches of skin.

"Hurt so many times in the service of others," she whispered, blinking back tears—half glad she hadn't had to see him hurt, half desperate to have been there to comfort him.