mouth against his and retreated in the same swift movement. “There. You did not need to resist after all.”
He shook his head as he ran his hand against the nape of his neck, and issued what could only be described as a laugh, moan, and sigh combined into one. He did not yet know where her brazenness had come from, or what it meant. But he could not have been more pleased.
Chapter 7
Anya issued a heavy sigh as she nestled into her tiger’s side, studying the clouds drifting with no purpose across the sky. Her wistful mind compared herself to the billowy masses; no direction, no discernible choices to be had, nothing to do but float along wherever life may take her.
“What do you think, Taj? Do you think it means something?”
She and Lord Merivic were to spend the day together, but his errand boy arrived in his stead with a message stating the good lordship was unavoidably detained and would call on her in the coming days.
She could not help but give into her insecurities and wonder if her forthright manner in the courtyard had turned him away from her. Perhaps he did not find her forwardness as appealing as she had believed.
Oh, but the kiss, the embrace. It felt so natural at the time, as all their past moments had. But it seemed whenever she was away from Lord Merivic, she began to question herself, and her loyalties. Anya still intended to seek out Kael, although only after she confirmed he wanted her. But her time with Lord Merivic caused her to doubt much.
It had been quite some time since she had laid eyes on Kael, and wondered how much he had changed. And what changes, she pondered further, would he see in me as well?
Anya never before questioned her love for Kael, and she did not question it now. But she lacked confidence as to whether or not they were truly meant to be together as she had once believed with every beat of her heart. After all, could she find passion and hunger in the arms of Lord Merivic if she was indeed meant to be with another?
Of course, Lord Merivic would be leaving soon, so she would no longer have to worry about his presence in the mix, but it gave her no solutions as to where her future with Kael led…if anywhere.
Anya’s stomach knotted as she finally pushed Kael out of her thoughts to concentrate on Lord Merivic.
He was the present, she tried convincing herself, and perhaps that was what she should be focusing on—what was here rather than what could be. However, the logic made no sense either considering the lordship’s impending departure.
Tajvek grumbled under her, sensing her frustrations.
“Easy, boy. All will be well. Eventually.”
She had to believe that, to know she would one day find a man to love who would want her in return, to feel her blood burn as when Kael had kissed her, or the delicious tingle humming through her body as when Lord Merivic did. Someone to cherish her, and never leave.
Anya closed her eyes and tried to erase it all from her mind. She knew there was nothing she could do past the choices laying before her, and the only choice she currently had was to wait and see what life brought.
It was not long before she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, warmed by Tajvek and the sun, and soothed by her dreams of soft kisses and gentle touches.
Anya was in a room surrounded by bolts of teal fabric. They hung in strips from the tall ceiling in a haphazard design and rippled in a breeze, the ends brushing across the stone floor. The sun illuminated the room—although she could not see the source—and it caused the material to glow, adding to the serenity of this place.
Holding her arms out from her side, Anya tipped her head back and closed her eyes, slowly twirling as the silky fabric caressed her skin. She laughed aloud at the sensation and then wrapped her arms around herself as she slowed the pace. When she opened her eyes, she gazed around with longing and began meandering through the maze, running her fingers against the bolts to
He shook his head as he ran his hand against the nape of his neck, and issued what could only be described as a laugh, moan, and sigh combined into one. He did not yet know where her brazenness had come from, or what it meant. But he could not have been more pleased.
Chapter 7
Anya issued a heavy sigh as she nestled into her tiger’s side, studying the clouds drifting with no purpose across the sky. Her wistful mind compared herself to the billowy masses; no direction, no discernible choices to be had, nothing to do but float along wherever life may take her.
“What do you think, Taj? Do you think it means something?”
She and Lord Merivic were to spend the day together, but his errand boy arrived in his stead with a message stating the good lordship was unavoidably detained and would call on her in the coming days.
She could not help but give into her insecurities and wonder if her forthright manner in the courtyard had turned him away from her. Perhaps he did not find her forwardness as appealing as she had believed.
Oh, but the kiss, the embrace. It felt so natural at the time, as all their past moments had. But it seemed whenever she was away from Lord Merivic, she began to question herself, and her loyalties. Anya still intended to seek out Kael, although only after she confirmed he wanted her. But her time with Lord Merivic caused her to doubt much.
It had been quite some time since she had laid eyes on Kael, and wondered how much he had changed. And what changes, she pondered further, would he see in me as well?
Anya never before questioned her love for Kael, and she did not question it now. But she lacked confidence as to whether or not they were truly meant to be together as she had once believed with every beat of her heart. After all, could she find passion and hunger in the arms of Lord Merivic if she was indeed meant to be with another?
Of course, Lord Merivic would be leaving soon, so she would no longer have to worry about his presence in the mix, but it gave her no solutions as to where her future with Kael led…if anywhere.
Anya’s stomach knotted as she finally pushed Kael out of her thoughts to concentrate on Lord Merivic.
He was the present, she tried convincing herself, and perhaps that was what she should be focusing on—what was here rather than what could be. However, the logic made no sense either considering the lordship’s impending departure.
Tajvek grumbled under her, sensing her frustrations.
“Easy, boy. All will be well. Eventually.”
She had to believe that, to know she would one day find a man to love who would want her in return, to feel her blood burn as when Kael had kissed her, or the delicious tingle humming through her body as when Lord Merivic did. Someone to cherish her, and never leave.
Anya closed her eyes and tried to erase it all from her mind. She knew there was nothing she could do past the choices laying before her, and the only choice she currently had was to wait and see what life brought.
It was not long before she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, warmed by Tajvek and the sun, and soothed by her dreams of soft kisses and gentle touches.
Anya was in a room surrounded by bolts of teal fabric. They hung in strips from the tall ceiling in a haphazard design and rippled in a breeze, the ends brushing across the stone floor. The sun illuminated the room—although she could not see the source—and it caused the material to glow, adding to the serenity of this place.
Holding her arms out from her side, Anya tipped her head back and closed her eyes, slowly twirling as the silky fabric caressed her skin. She laughed aloud at the sensation and then wrapped her arms around herself as she slowed the pace. When she opened her eyes, she gazed around with longing and began meandering through the maze, running her fingers against the bolts to
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