Chapter 63
LXIII.
Kerasea
I’m still euphoric the third time Torren pushes himself to the brink, biting my bottom lip. He moans my name, and it’s like music.
“Give me everything,” he says. “Come again for me.”
I’m a little sore and very exhausted, but I’ve also never felt so alive.
He can now work my body like an instrument he’s mastered.
He turns me over so I’m facing the bed, and then he reaches down.
He strokes my clit in circles while thrusting into me.
His cock is so good that I’m biting the sheets, moaning into the bed.
We find each other’s rhythm once more and then crest a wave of pleasure together. He fills me and I pulse around his cock until we both go limp.
He kisses my shoulder, and then we fall back, sweating and breathing hard. I lie on my side, and he mirrors me so we face each other. His hand is on my hip, the other playing with my hair.
He strokes my face, a sleepy smile on his kiss-swollen lips.
My eyelids are heavy and so are his. All I want to do is fall asleep entangled with him.
I lower my eyelids, but then the night clock chimes three.
With those chimes, reality creeps back in.
I become aware that I’m the High Priestess in the Praetorian’s bed.
In the barracks where a hundred other sentries sleep.
I have to leave before the sun rises. We have duties, responsibilities.
“I should return to the temple,” I say.
Torren pulls me closer to him and kisses my forehead. “Stay.”
I know I have to go, but I can stay for just a little while longer.
The next thing I know, I’m falling asleep.
Only, this isn’t sleep. I fall out of reality into the pull of godless death. Maybe Mirial has another memory to show me. Maybe she’ll help me figure out why Medea killed her.
But when I come to, the next memory I walk in isn’t hers at all.