ANWEN'S POVThis slow, deliberate torture demanded more of me than any brutal, pounding release ever had.It required so much of my effort—building tension, chasing pleasure, climbing toward a peak that seemed to move higher with every passing hour.Yet the reward, when it finally came, proved just as devastating, leaving me spent and gasping, my vision swimming at the edges until darkness took me under.This was the third time I had woken up from exhaustion-induced sleep. Rhydan was still moving inside me, every slow thrust of his hips designed to drive me mad.Fingers brushed my forehead, wiping away the sweat beading there. I turned to find Fenric's silver-grey eyes gazing down at me, still kneeling on the floor beside the chaise."There she is," he greeted.Behind him, Brammon stood holding a glass of water. He crouched down and offered it to me. "Here."Fenric slid a hand behind my head, lifting me as I drank."Thank you," I whispered once I'd finished.My gaze drifted toward Rhy
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