He jerked away from her as her hand touched his calf. And now, she would have to add to the weight on her soul by bringing her lover terrible pain in order to heal his wounds. Dogal was alive, but unconscious. She was studious, and although she kept herself in decent physical shape, it was nothing like the soldiers' level of fitness. How did one say these things? When he finished eating, drank the draught she offered, and went to sleep, she cleaned his back again.
His unfiled tusks were blunt, rounded, and slightly pitted as if tiny chips had been beaten out of them.
The thought filled her with a sudden surge of hot desire, and she began to move even faster, using her body to urge him, as he had in words earlier, to show her how much he loved the feel of her. When they reached the rogues' cellblock, she realized that she'd overlooked one part of the whole process. Neither one of us is free. I mean, it is, right? It's cold in there! If anything, his voice got louder, he was practically spitting at this point, "He barely qualifies as an animal, girl, he's a vicious monster, and you would do well to remember it!