The Sentinels [m] gout dlo

a man always found what he wanted. on impulse, on principle, mireille wanted to rush him, to drive him away. irritation was in her mien as she straightened and pulled her eyes from the sea.
he was large and shadowed in shades of deep bark, watching her with feral eyes.
the woman that was mireille grieved.
the siren which inhabited her body rose up gracefully and drew close enough for a circling, inspecting her offered man from many angles.
her emerald eyes warned him not to tease her. not to linger. she nipped at the air and growled, inviting his caress.