CHAPTER 21
Dakleth
My soul still ached at being parted from my mate. The pit of despair in my chest had eased, and I hoped this meant she was content. I wondered about her and her well-being without cease. Every thought I had, every day, while moving every blasted rock, was centered on her.
When I woke, I thought of her. When I ate breakfast, I thought of her. When I moved rocks, I thought of her. As other prisoners complained about their lot, I ignored them, thinking only of her. At night, when I lay down on my cot in my cell, I thought of her. That was the most difficult of all.
My thoughts often turned to our mating. It had been the most blissful moment of my life, and yet was the lowest for her.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help the lustful thoughts that raced through my mind as I remembered her lush, naked body.
The smell of her. Her beautiful sky-blue eyes.
The golden waterfall of her hair. I wish I had known her better, so I could run my fingers through the strands over and over.
Even though I knew I had hurt her, picturing the mating mark on her back caused my cock to rise under my skirt. In the moments of deepest depravity, I stroked myself to completion thinking of her, then shuddered in shame at the monster I had become.