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295 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2009
‘Lord Nygell. Rolling the name over in my mind, like a hard candy over a tongue, not so much to set it to memory—it had been branded there since this morning—but because I was already infatuated with the sound of it. Lord Nygell. Master.’
‘I laughed, low and soft. "There are things even an eromenos cannot fake. You have felt them. And as you once promised to me, I will not lie to you. My words of desire are full truth; you give me the freedom to express them."
‘I ached to kiss him. He lay back, panting, and his mouth enthralled me, the sharp curve of his upper lip, the sensual curve of the lower, fluttering minutely with each breath. Licking my own lips, wishing they were his, wanting to find the taste of him behind the brandy, to feel the pliant heat of his tongue. But I could not, for a kiss is too deep, too fraught with meaning, and it wasn't my place to presume. If kisses are to be shared between man and eromenos, it is the master who must initiate the first one. And my Lord never had.’
What's a slave to do when he's asked to become the Master?