All Chapters of TEMPT ME, MASTER : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The fight with Mara had left a hole in Lyra’s heart. For two days, she stayed inside her cottage. She did not go to the market. She did not go to the stream. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard Mara’s voice calling her "stupid" and "pathetic." The words stung like a whip. But instead of making her give up, the pain made her hunger grow even stronger. She was like a person in a desert, dying of thirst, and Kaelen was the only water that could save her.Night fell over Oakhaven. A storm was rolling in from the mountains. The wind was hitting the sides of her house, making the wood creak. The sky was dark, and the moon was hidden by thick, black clouds. Inside her room, Lyra lit a single candle. The flame danced in the wind, making long, tall shadows on the walls."I will show them," she whispered to the darkness. "I will feel him tonight. I will make him real."She was tired of just using her fingers. Her fingers were too small. They could not give her the feeling of being filled

The room felt small. The walls of the cottage, which had always seemed big enough for Lyra, now felt like they were closing in. It was because Kaelen was there. He sat on the edge of the bed, and the wooden frame groaned and shifted under his massive weight. The candlelight flickered, casting his long, jagged shadow across the ceiling.Lyra lay on her back, her hair spread out over the pillow like a dark fan. She was completely naked, and for the first time in her life, she wasn't looking at a ghost. She was looking at the man. His skin was the color of bronze, and his muscles were thick, hard, and real."You are so small," Kaelen whispered. His voice was a low vibration that she felt in her own chest. "I have fought giants in the north, and I have broken castle gates with my bare hands. And here you are, a little bird who called me out of the dark."He reached out and placed his hand on her stomach. His palm covered her from her ribs to her hips. His skin was rough, calloused from ye

The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat. Lyra lay on the bed, her heart slowly coming back to a normal beat. She felt heavy, wet, and wide open. Kaelen was still on top of her, his massive chest rising and falling like a great bellows. He felt like a mountain of warm stone pressing her into the mattress. She thought that after such a powerful explosion, he would want to sleep. She thought the war was over for the night.But she was wrong. A warrior like Kaelen did not have a normal hunger.Kaelen lifted his head. His eyes were not sleepy. They were bright with a fresh, dark fire. He looked at Lyra’s face, then he looked down at her body, which was marked with the traces of their first union. He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him."You think I am finished?" he asked. His voice was a low growl that made Lyra’s stomach flip with excitement. "A man who spends months on the road dreaming of your voice does not stop after one taste."Lyra gasped. She fe

The sun was high in the sky now. The air was warm, and the village of Oakhaven was very busy. But it was not a normal day. A large crowd of people stood in the road. They were all looking at Lyra’s small cottage. They were looking at the giant black horse that stood outside. The horse looked like a monster from a story. It was tall, strong, and its eyes were full of fire.Mara was standing at the front of the crowd. Her face was white, and she was shaking. She remembered calling Lyra "stupid." She remembered laughing at her for dreaming of a giant. Now, she felt very small and very afraid.Suddenly, the door of the cottage opened.First came a shadow. It was so big it covered the porch. Then, Kaelen stepped out. He was wearing his black armor again. The metal sparkled in the sun. His red cloak moved in the wind. He looked like a god of war who had come down from the mountains. He looked at the crowd, and the people stepped back in fear. No one said a word. The silence was heavy.Then,

The basement was warm. Many candles burned on the walls, making long shadows dance. Elara sat on the giant wooden table. Her legs hung off the edge. She felt very small. Silas, the Beast of Shadow-Valle, stood right between her knees. He was so wide that he blocked all the light from the candles.Elara looked at his chest. It was a wall of hard muscle. She could see his heart beating under his skin. It was a slow, heavy beat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Silas was looking down at her. His gold eyes moved over her face, her neck, and her small hands."You are shaking, little bird," Silas rumbled. His voice was so deep it made the wood of the table vibrate under Elara’s skin."I have never seen a man as big as you," Elara whispered. Her voice was thin. "In Shadow-Valle, the men are small. They are thin. You... you are like a mountain."Silas let out a low, dark sound. It was almost a laugh. "That is the curse. Every day, I wake up and I am bigger. Every day, my skin feels tight because my muscl