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Perhaps a Captive - Always a King
“You’ll do.”
A smile that Damien was all too familiar with curled Azella’s lips.
“You’ll more than do, in fact. My sources hadn’t told me how handsome you are. I shall quite enjoy this, I think.”
Damien tried not to roll his eyes.
“This beard...” She stroked his chin. “I assume you usually keep it a bit more trim. I usually prefer my bedmates to be cleanshaven. But then, they are usually too young to grow a proper beard. Perhaps I shall make an exception.”
“Perhaps you are making an assumption, lady sorceress,” Damien said dryly.
“No,” she said calmly. “You are no innocent child, Damien. You know full well the Power that is raised through sex. You will be my Apprentice. You will share my bed. And you will do whatever else I require of you.”
He looked back at Azella just as calmly. “I have sworn to my wife that I would touch no other woman in that way. And since I also know that the Power raised is proportional to the joy found in the doing, it won’t do you much good to compel me.”
Those blue-grey eyes sparkled. It wasn’t – quite – anger. Nor amusement. It was... challenge. Damien suspected that the sorceress rarely found something she wanted that she could not immediately bend to her will.
He suspected that was why she had wanted him in the first place.