LOGINLADY BAEVERAWhen Revandrel swept a bold lick directly over my throbbing center, a high cry tore out of me. I would have arched clean off him had his strong hands not held me firmly in place."Mm." He hummed his pleasure, swiping his tongue again and again.He was not gentle about it. This was nothing like that time at Naked Den, when he had been gentle, careful and attentive to my every reaction. No, this was a hungry male dining in earnest, licking and feasting with the single-minded focus of someone who had been thinking about this meal for a very long time.Braced on my elbows, I could do nothing but take it. I let the pleasure move through me, surrendering to being spread out and devoured, every thought dissolved by the heat of his mouth.Streams of moans spilled from my lips. I could not keep still, grinding back against his mouth, chasing the pleasure I could neither describe nor get enough of. It was so good… so good… so good.He was saying something against me, words I could
LORD REVANDRELBaevera was very endearing when she blushed, I thought, watching the color overtake her face. But what I liked even more were the words that followed."I want it too," she said, meeting my eyes. "I want you so much, Revan." And then she dropped to her knees.Hell.Pressing her face directly to my cock, she breathed deeply. "I want this." Her eyes fell shut and she nuzzled against it like a contented feline. "I need it so much."I had thought myself as hard as I could get. I was wrong. The more she rubbed her cheeks against it, her lips mouthing along the cloth, and those soft, needy sounds spilling from her throat, the more I throbbed. She took me into her mouth, fabric and all, licking and sucking.I could not hold back the groan. “Fuck, Baevera…”"Give it to me," she murmured, sucking hard, moaning against it. Then she pulled back to mouth the head again, her eyes opening slowly, sliding up to hold mine. "Feed it to me."My hand went to the back of her head, keeping h
We had dinner. Several dishes served in variety, each smelling as good as it tasted.We ate in comfortable silence. My heart stayed lifted the entire time with a particular kind of anticipation I was doing my best to manage discreetly.I was looking forward to being in his bed.It would be our first time in his own chamber rather than mine or some dark woods, or some hidden corner. Here, we had nowhere else to be, no schedules to rush to, no interruptions impending, and no Philip between us.I was nervous, but even the nerves could not touch my desire. It’d grown so much I resorted to mentally calculating my venture's most recent market losses as a countermeasure. Nothing dampened arousal quite as efficiently as the thought of lost coin, and it was remarkably effective for most of the evening.But, as dinner come to an end and servants began clearing away the dishes, even that could not keep me from being acutely, helplessly aware of my own body…and of his. My palms were beginning to
I became aware of lying on a very soft bed, and with that awareness came a mortified jolt upright."Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods. I cannot believe I fell asleep.” I hissed in the empty room, looking to the windows.The sunlight was gone, the room glowing with the softer light of early evening. My eyes widened. I had slept the entire afternoon away."Oh, gods of the sun and the sea." I looked down at myself. Still in my travel robes. Makeup still on my face, light as it was. Not even properly changed before surrendering to sleep. Who falls asleep in the middle of a house tour?Someone who listened to the most beautifully haunting melody they had ever heard in their life, that is who."Do not even attempt to justify this," I scolded myself, swinging my legs over the side. Then stopped.My shoes had been placed neatly beside the bed, positioned perfectly for me to slip my feet in. Revandrel had done that.My belly fluttered. I had fallen asleep on him, and instead of waking me, he’
LADY BAEVERARevandrel took me on a tour of the villa.There were so many rooms that I quickly lost count of them. Entire wings branched away into corridors lined with paintings, sculptures, and tall windows that overlooked gardens.We did not visit every room, not even close, but the ones he chose to show me were breathtaking. Each space was thoughtfully designed, spacious without being empty, elegant without feeling ostentatious. Sunlight poured through high windows, fresh air came in from open balconies, and everywhere I looked, there was evidence of attention and taste.I enjoyed every moment of the tour and every word that came out of his mouth as he guided me. I listened attentively as he spoke, smiling more often than not.Somewhere along the way, I realized how comfortable I had become. Not just within the villa itself, but also with him.And not just me, Revandrel seemed different too. More at ease. There were none of that rigid formality he often carried, his smiles small as
When my steward informed me, I did not believe him, until I took it from his hands and saw the seal for myself.My heart immediately started to race as I broke the seal, unfolding the parchment.The contents were simple enough: Revandrel asked how I was doing, how work was progressing, and how the days had treated me. Nothing extraordinary or particularly intimate, yet it made my heart soar.A bright smile broke across my face for what felt like the first time all week.I read it through once, then again, then a third time, feeling lighter and more foolishly giddy with every pass. When I had read it enough times to nearly have it memorized, I pressed it to my chest, closed my eyes, and—I am not proud of this part—twirled in the middle of my study in a joyful dance. Then I sat and spent far longer than necessary composing a response.I told him I was doing well. That work was tedious but manageable. That the weather on my side of the city had been unusually pleasant.Then I asked afte
LADY BAEVERAI could not feel my legs.They trembled uselessly, refusing to bear any weight as the world still spun in slow, dizzy circles.So… this was what release feels like. I just had an orgasm.It had felt so good, so beautiful, so untainted. Gods, so I still have it in me. Tears welled in my
I waited longer than I thought possible, my blood dripping into Revandrel's slightly parted lips.Doubt began to creep in: perhaps he could not. Perhaps it was already too late. My knees burned where they pressed into the sand, back aching from the curve of my spine as I hovered over him, but I he
By the time I finished, her breathing was still uneven, but the panic was ebbing.She stilled.I straightened, brushing my hands together, and turned toward the door.“Evan…” she whispered behind me. “Evan, I am so sorry.”I stilled. My back went ramrod straight, fingers curling into fists at my si
“I am never drinking from her,” I said flatly, pulling out the red-and-black robe from the upper rack.“You know the hunger is only going to worsen, right?” he said. “The bond does not just appear, Revan. It demands to be sealed.”“I will take my chances.”Alaric sighed, the kind of sigh that usual







