Page 68 of The Kingdom of Flames

But it would do for now.

As the carriage traveled, she stared into him. He had guided her. The entire day, the stairs, scrubbing, field, carriage, and whip had all been for her. To guide her. To teach her, to give her such pleasure and the peace that came after.

Still, his hard cock was splayed underneath her naked body. She reached down, touching a silken strand of pre-release spread between her fingers from his bulbous head.

“Let me serve you, Tristien. You didn’t get to…” Celestine offered, wanting nothing more than to please him.

“You already have,” Tristien said with a soft smile. “I’m so proud of you. You did so well. Such a brave, fierce bride.”

“Will you take me tonight?” Celestine asked, hoping for an answer.

He smiled. “Our courtship continues.”

“What would… you enjoy? How can I please you?”

“Soon,” he murmured.

Celestine shuddered the aftereffects of her finale tantalizing her. Her body readied for more. It felt hungry, hungry for his seed.

My body is fire and it betrays the coldness in me.

"I want you to do what Sir Donal did to his wife.”

“I’m uncertain if you’re ready for that.” Tristien held her closer.

“I am.” Celestine made her point clear with a powerful stare. “I am. Take me there. Take me to that place I saw in her.”

He didn’t answer. Her lover stared at her, a man of over seven feet, for whom the sun and wheat grew under his command.

Finally, he did.

“Very well,” Tristien said. Outside the carriage's windows, the lake slid by, its soft water clear upon river stones.

“Driver, stop ahead.”

“Yes, my lord,” the driver stated.

The carriage pulled to the side after a moment. Tristien stood, leaving the carriage. He set Celestine down gingerly upon the cushions.

“I will take it from here,” she heard him say.

“At once, my lord.”

Celestine glanced to the side and saw the driver walking away into a field, sent to make his way to the mansion.

Tristien drove them for a short span, curling around the lake. His lake. This was all his, every inch of this grand estate, this realm of the Yellow Banner. Finally, the carriage slowed.

The Lord of Summer climbed down from the driver’s post and opened the door.

“No one is near for miles. Step out.”

Celestine stood, climbing out of the carriage. She stood shakily in the sunlight. After such treatments of his attention, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Looks like I didn’t ask,” Celestine said. “What ever will happen to me now?”

Tristien smiled down at her, a god of sunlight and golden fields.

“Remember, tell me if it is too much.”

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