Entreat Me

He hadn’t exaggerated when he told her he was in hell. He’d expected to go up in flames at any moment. He’d known the caress of many women before the curse turned him reclusive and cold. They’d warmed his bed, heated his blood and made him lust, yet none had scorched him inside and out as this sharp-tongued shrew had, and she’d done so with nothing more than her exploring touch.