New Chapter of Blood and Ink up!!! Here's a small piece to catch your interest!!!
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(The look I think she would give Eomer here😉🥰 Zierra and Eomer love OR as I like to say, #Eomerra)
“ To the front door.” She said aloud, phasing. Appearing before the door, Zierra hadn’t expected to end up so close to someone, her eye of sight mere inches from a man’s chest. With a gasp, Zierra stumbled back and would have landed on her ass, but the strong hand of a warrior grasped her forearm and kept her steady.
“You will find passing through these doors will not come easy, no matter who you are. Now, speak quickly. Why have you come?”
She looked up, her heart racing at the mere sight of him. Good gracious he was sexy, she admitted. His muscular shoulders. Those tousled locks and perfectly kissable lips. His smoldering gaze that was causing her to forget why she was there in the first place, making Zierra realize how much she missed him.
She placed her hands on his chest, her sultry eyes drinking him in. “Eomer.” His name felt so wonderful to say aloud. “Adios mio, I’ve missed you something awful.” Zierra couldn’t stop herself. Truthfully, she didn’t even want to try. And before she knew it she’d gripped his tunic, pulled him down hard, stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips against his.
Despite his initial surprise, Eomer deepened the kiss. Something about it felt… Right.. His hands were on her back, pressing her body against his own, causing Zierra to release a soft moan. Their kiss grew fierce as something in his heart yearned for all of her. This was more than lust. This was passionate love… But how, Eomer questioned in his mind. He did not know her….She gently brushed her tongue against his lips, thinking he would willingly open his mouth but instead Eomer pushed himself away from her.
“What witchcraft is this?” He asked angrily, slightly out of breath. “You fill my thoughts and senses with longing but I do not know your face.”
