Why the Northern Duke Wanders the Snowfields

“You warm your body with the firewood I’ve chopped, and you fill your stomach with the beasts I’ve hunted. The least you can do is this.”

His voice was harsh and domineering yet tinged with a strange sorrow.
Those blue eyes gleamed with lust directed solely at her.
Muscles rippled under the red glow of the campfire.

She knew full well that Kay’s eyes, though grumbling, couldn’t stop following her.
No, she’d intended it, and the result was just as she’d hoped.

“Delicious.”

The man’s urgent whisper brushed against the woman’s enticingly parted lips.
His rough beard scraped against her soft skin, and his firm tongue pushed into her mouth, sucking on the smaller one inside.

A rough, clumsy kiss.
Even so, the woman welcomed it, wrapping her hands around his shoulders.

Aubrianna decided to make the first move, playfully daring him.

It felt unfamiliar to use every trick she could to seduce a man, but if it meant she and her baby could survive, there was nothing she wouldn’t do.

Given another chance at life, she would live wisely.
She would live only for herself, without caring about anyone else’s eyes.