Page 313 of Kingdoms of Night

Dryan rolls on top of me to sit at my side, his fingers between my legs like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"So, are you cold?" he asks, conversational.

I shake my head. Cold is a distant memory.

"Good. When you are, you will tell me, yes?"

This time, I nod.

"Good pet. You get to come after all, Lena dear."

He moves his thumb to the nub crowning my sex, and all of a sudden, I'm panting again, startled by the intense sensation rushing all over me so fast. I throw my head back and force my lips to remain closed around my moans.

Dryan laughs, delighted. "There, there. You're so very close."

Close to what?

I'm not prepared for him to debase me further, yet he does just that, plunging a finger past the entrance of my sex, and curving it right at the heated core.

"Your drenched pussy is begging to be entered, darling. Soon. I'll take you very soon. Not here, though. We're to travel tomorrow, and if I fuck you now, you'll be in no state to ride. Don't you worry. I’ll still give you what you need."

I need sanity, and he's giving me the exact opposite.

His hand moves so fast, in and out of me, slapping against my too-sensitive skin. I feel hollow and confused and I don't recognize this body of mine. He's changed it. He's made it his toy. Just when I think I can't possibly feel more, two more fingers join the first and his speed increases.

"There, there. You can come now, pet." He lowers his mouth to the bundle of nerves while his hand keeps up its rhythm.

There's no holding back. I fall.

* * *

I wake to a room bathed in candlelight. The three dogs are lying around me, and I note the presence of a woolen throw over my shoulders.

I've no concept of time; I could have slept for an eternity for all I know. All I care.

"Perfect timing, pet."

Sitting up, I see Dryan come out of his bathroom, naked and glistening. My face heats as I take in his lean, muscular frame. His dark hair seemed black yesterday, but I note a touch of green in this light.

My eyes widen as they reach the hard member proudly standing to attention between his legs. It looks thicker than my wrist, and longer than my feet.

For some reason I don't care to examine, my core pulses in awareness.

"If you wish to wash, the water in the tub's still warm. We're to greet the king at court, and we'll leave right after."

He's saying words, I know that, but I'm too focused on looking at him to really absorb them.

He grins at me. "Don't look at me like that, naughty little pet. We're late enough as is. I don't have time to fuck those pretty lips of yours. In the bath, Lena."

I'm relieved to find that my body's no longer paralyzed in his presence. I obey his order, walking into the delightfully warm bathroom.

I could have spent forever in his tub, but he walks in with a folded bundle of fabric as I'm letting my aching limbs relax.

"Clothes," he says, though the thin layer of fabric in his hands can't possibly be all of it. My sleeves take up more room. "Get ready."

I reluctantly step out of the bath and lift the garment he left on a velvet chair.

My eyes bulge.

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