Fics like For All the Wrong Reasons

Astarion hadn’t looked away from her since breaking from her grasp, and he remained, carved from stone, unbreathing, undead. Her hand didn’t hold him—he could pull away, but she knew he wouldn’t. “Astarion,” she whispered. She could say his name every moment of every day, bewitched by the way it rolled off her tongue. “Let me take care of you. Isn’t it easier, not to think all the time?” The pain and anger had leached from his face, leaving behind only the man, beautiful, vulnerable, solemn, hungry, and so, so tired. Her hand crept up, long, elegant fingers curving around his chin, her thumb resting delicately on his lips, gentle enough to part them, and she stroked, feather-light, his lip soft beneath her. “One last time,” she whispered, as entranced by him as he was by her. “Invite me in. Have dinner with me.” An exploration of an older, selfish, and experienced Tav, defined by her quest for power and need for control—and Astarion, who might have bitten off more than he can chew. Has he found a powerful ally against Cazador, or merely exchanged one master for another? Plenty of smut, plot, tension, and a budding mystery. Now in Act 3!

Fics like For All the Wrong Reasons

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