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| Love's Sweet Assassin |
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| An unaccustomed warmth swept through Kiile when he realized the little dancer was undulating towards him, her hips rolling gently in time to the beat of music, shapely arms tracing a pattern in the air, small hands skimming across the barely discernable curve of her belly. His breath caught when the topaz placed strategically in her belly button caught the light and winked at him. He could imagine getting that topaz out--with his tongue. She drew closer, nearing the table, and closer still. Raising his gaze, he met heavily fringed, brown eyes and was slightly taken aback to see golden specks in them. She smiled slightly, drawing his gaze down past the cheekily tilted little nose to full lips, soft and red and... kissable. It was the only word he could think of to describe them. He could imagine kissing those lips, crushing that delectably curvaceous body to him, rolling her beneath him or bracing her against a wall-- His hot gaze met hers and her eyes widened. Time seemed to stand still, though he knew it was only seconds, but he used it to his advantage, allowing his desire for her to burn in his eyes. Startled, she faltered, then the lights dimmed suddenly, momentarily diverting everyone’s attention upwards to the great chandeliers in the high ceiling. “Watch out!” Marten shouted. Kiile jerked back just in time to avoid the dagger that slashed past his throat. Shock replaced desire and he stared into the desperate eyes of the little dancer. The assassin. copyright: Angela Verdenius 2003 |