Steamy Dreams
It reminded the gladiator of the color of a fine, freshly brewed ale.
"What is this called?"
"That is called amber," Anaria said. "Master," she quickly added, "it is very rare."
Gorlann's gaze switched to the girl. "Turn around. I want to see how it looks on you."
Anaria was stunned at the man's order. Only minutes ago, his cock had been pounding into her, savaging her, raping her. Now he seemed almost tender, the way he looked at her. It confused her. Apparently even a monster could be more than just a monster. She turned around and brushed her long, dark tresses aside. He attached the clasp of the necklace at the back of her throat, then had her turn around to face him. Anaria felt self-co