herself. No matter how the
meeting with her father turned out, it couldn’t be as bad as she was imagining
it. It was better to get herself in hand so she was prepared to meet him.
She glanced down at her soiled outfit and
grimaced. It wouldn’t do to wear such an outfit for an audience with the king.
By the time Anca bathed, her cases would be in her room. A hot bath might be
just the thing to sooth her ragged nerves. Maybe several baths, as frazzled as
she was right then. It wouldn’t hurt if Demi joined her, to wash her back.
She swallowed down a moan as the erotic
thought translated to an even more erotic image in her mind. She couldn’t
recall ever having been drawn to someone so quickly in her life. Her two casual
affairs had been born more from a reaction to the peer pressure of her
girlfriends in college than any real interest on her part, and both had been
less than satisfying.
Adam, her first, had lasted all of two
weeks, and then he had gone onto a girl who was more enthusiastic. The
relationship had ended so quickly Anca hadn’t realized they never clicked on a
level beyond physical until she analyzed it years later, after Barry.
The sex had been nice with Barry,
boyfriend-number-two, but there had been a vital emotional connection missing.
She had never felt like she really knew him, and vice versa. They had both
tried hard to make it work, but at the nine-month mark, when he pressed for a deeper
commitment and gave her a ring, she had walked away.
So it was alarming to feel this physical and
emotional connection with Demi after such a short acquaintance. For the last
three years, she had believed she would never find anyone who suited her, so it
should be a relief to know she could connect with a man.
It would have been, if he didn’t live
halfway around the world. If only he had been a New Yorker, and they met on the
subway, she would be rejoicing. She probably would have taken him to her bed at
their first meeting under those circumstances.
Here in Corsova, it wasn’t safe to give into
her desires. If she fell in love with him, she would have a hell of a time
walking away. Without having to feel him out, Anca knew Demi would never leave
his country, and she wouldn’t be content to stay.
Another doomed relationship, she thought
with a sigh, as she walked into the bathroom. She must have the magical touch
where men were concerned.
As she took in the grandeur of the bathroom
half-heartedly, she tried telling herself she was worrying for nothing. She
knew he was attracted to her too, but that didn’t mean he was looking for a
commitment. He would probably run away if he knew how serious her thoughts
were. He might be involved with someone or married.
She remembered the feel of his mouth on
hers—in the dream and real life—and the way his heart raced when he held her
earlier. The earnestness in his vow to protect her came back to her, and Anca
knew he wanted her with equal fervor. Based on the other qualities he had
displayed, that ruled out the possibility he was already in a relationship,
meaning he was available.
Which was why she would have to keep her
distance, she decided. One of them would have to be sensible, and she didn’t
think Demi was sitting around agonizing about his growing attraction for her.
Being sensible fell to her. Too bad she wasn’t so good at being sensible in her
personal life.
Chapter 5
Nikia squirmed as the tongue in her pussy
probed deeper. She arched her hips, bringing her clit more fully against Sian’s
tongue. She dug her hands into her lover’s long hair, pushing her face deeper
into the crux of her legs. She groaned as Sian’s teeth raked across her swollen
clit.
She was so engrossed in what was happening
in her pussy that she didn’t hear the door opening. She didn’t open her brown
eyes until the door slammed shut. She grimaced when she saw the cowering
posture of the servant. As the silence lengthened, she propped herself on
meeting with her father turned out, it couldn’t be as bad as she was imagining
it. It was better to get herself in hand so she was prepared to meet him.
She glanced down at her soiled outfit and
grimaced. It wouldn’t do to wear such an outfit for an audience with the king.
By the time Anca bathed, her cases would be in her room. A hot bath might be
just the thing to sooth her ragged nerves. Maybe several baths, as frazzled as
she was right then. It wouldn’t hurt if Demi joined her, to wash her back.
She swallowed down a moan as the erotic
thought translated to an even more erotic image in her mind. She couldn’t
recall ever having been drawn to someone so quickly in her life. Her two casual
affairs had been born more from a reaction to the peer pressure of her
girlfriends in college than any real interest on her part, and both had been
less than satisfying.
Adam, her first, had lasted all of two
weeks, and then he had gone onto a girl who was more enthusiastic. The
relationship had ended so quickly Anca hadn’t realized they never clicked on a
level beyond physical until she analyzed it years later, after Barry.
The sex had been nice with Barry,
boyfriend-number-two, but there had been a vital emotional connection missing.
She had never felt like she really knew him, and vice versa. They had both
tried hard to make it work, but at the nine-month mark, when he pressed for a deeper
commitment and gave her a ring, she had walked away.
So it was alarming to feel this physical and
emotional connection with Demi after such a short acquaintance. For the last
three years, she had believed she would never find anyone who suited her, so it
should be a relief to know she could connect with a man.
It would have been, if he didn’t live
halfway around the world. If only he had been a New Yorker, and they met on the
subway, she would be rejoicing. She probably would have taken him to her bed at
their first meeting under those circumstances.
Here in Corsova, it wasn’t safe to give into
her desires. If she fell in love with him, she would have a hell of a time
walking away. Without having to feel him out, Anca knew Demi would never leave
his country, and she wouldn’t be content to stay.
Another doomed relationship, she thought
with a sigh, as she walked into the bathroom. She must have the magical touch
where men were concerned.
As she took in the grandeur of the bathroom
half-heartedly, she tried telling herself she was worrying for nothing. She
knew he was attracted to her too, but that didn’t mean he was looking for a
commitment. He would probably run away if he knew how serious her thoughts
were. He might be involved with someone or married.
She remembered the feel of his mouth on
hers—in the dream and real life—and the way his heart raced when he held her
earlier. The earnestness in his vow to protect her came back to her, and Anca
knew he wanted her with equal fervor. Based on the other qualities he had
displayed, that ruled out the possibility he was already in a relationship,
meaning he was available.
Which was why she would have to keep her
distance, she decided. One of them would have to be sensible, and she didn’t
think Demi was sitting around agonizing about his growing attraction for her.
Being sensible fell to her. Too bad she wasn’t so good at being sensible in her
personal life.
Chapter 5
Nikia squirmed as the tongue in her pussy
probed deeper. She arched her hips, bringing her clit more fully against Sian’s
tongue. She dug her hands into her lover’s long hair, pushing her face deeper
into the crux of her legs. She groaned as Sian’s teeth raked across her swollen
clit.
She was so engrossed in what was happening
in her pussy that she didn’t hear the door opening. She didn’t open her brown
eyes until the door slammed shut. She grimaced when she saw the cowering
posture of the servant. As the silence lengthened, she propped herself on
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