Bonds of Blood
Quietly, she rests, furled in a ball, book in hand. The delicate sheath of her white cotton nightdress covers her soft skin. The cramps have eased now; she’s comfortable and calm. Stepping into the room, his despotic presence shifts the mood, instantly. The smell of primal hunger swirls through the air. His eyes burn with searing ferocity. She closes the book softly and places it on the night stand. Emerald eyes meet his....