Page 68 of The Ballad of a Bard

Saints, she wondered what his finger inside of her would feel like. If it would fill her up completely, if she’d be able to takehimfully.

“In that gown, of all things? With my motif in your hair?”

How he’d looked at her, whisked her away when Altivar stole her onto the dance floor and refused to let her go. How heroic and magnificent he’d been.

Crimson pushed in even further, groaning as her skintightened, ripples of pleasure breaking out along her spine. They were sparks of light, they were combusting stars.

The way his eyes had smouldered to the point of new nebulas coming into creation, his skin shimmering so bright and beautifully in that golden tunic. He was unbearably attractive and it was what she used now.

In and out, faster and faster she angled her hand between her legs, riding it as hard as she could. Her thighs were slick with her own desire, her breasts pebbled and aching from the need that she was creating. They were heavy, nipples hard and she longed for West’s mouth to cup one, sucking and licking until she burst.

“To hear you say such, delicious things, it ruins me completely. I’ve lasted decades without so much as a touch from a female, and yet there you are and it drives me wild to hear you say things like that.”

Crimson licked the tip of her pointer finger on her free hand, then brought it to her breast and began circling, her mind transforming it into his tongue as it left wet trails around the bud. She teased herself, pinching occasionally to add that necessary point of pain that had her back arching.

Would he be gentle with her?

Would he flip her over and ride her hard?

She had no preference since she’d never taken a lover before but as long as it was with him, she’d be down to try anything.

Her legs were quivering as she pumped in and out, her palm coated in her lust. She was wet enough to add a second finger, stretching herself out until she felt full. And with that, Crimson knew that she wasn’t far off.

She turned to her side, propping herself up on her arm and shifting her body to curve more, allowing herself to hit deeper, drive home. With the new adjustment, she scraped the very back wall and divine bliss coated her skin.

West had been rock hard below the belt, something she’d managed to feel before he’d jerked away, leaving her in the cold. She pictured that. Pictured that he never left, that he stayed by her and allowed her to toy with the band of his pants. That she’d been able to pull him free and touch him as he touched her.

How they wouldn’t last long.

Crimson thought about pumping him into her palm, feeling the hidden strength there as he tore off his jacket and revealed his muscled torso. She touched herself in time with that fantasy, imagining his strong arms cupping her, massaging her, hauling her to him and kissing her until there was no air left for either of them.

She moaned, a sound that was nearly his name as a slow but sure build began. She ran with it, too. The fantasy opened up, allowing her to see it even clearer now.

West led her to the room, backed her up on the bed and caged her with his body as she pulled the corset off, watching every move that she made as he kissed her. Her lips would have been swollen and she would have loved every moment of it as he gently brought her down, cushioned by the soft sheets and the wonderful smell of him.

Crimson whimpered, her fingers moving in tandem like shears inside of her.

He would have stroked her aching sex, would have groaned at how wet she was for him and only him. After that, he wouldn’t have been able to turn her away. He would have shucked his pants off, kicked his boots with them and climbed atop her.

West was glorious without his shirt on, from the moments she’d spied on him training. Crimson could only imagine what he’d be like in his full glory, naked as the day he’d been created, if her assumptions were correct.

The very tip of her finger hit a sensitive spot and she gasped,her blood thrumming to life, even more so. It was over for her and she knew it, one more stroke and she’d fall off the cliff of ecstasy. With a swift plunge of her imagination that she lined up right with her own actions, Westley Saint was inside of her and she combusted like the stars above that he lay claim to.

Her delight rocketed along every inch of her and her power flared to life, staggering the emotions that she was experiencing to tenfold. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Her heart trilled and her orgasm pulsed in wave after wave that she gasped through, her body taut with pleasure and ecstasy as it rose rapidly.

When it subsided at last, five minutes later, Crimson was trembling.

Twenty Nine

With West’s disappearance,it brought about another note. One that erased everything she’d done to herself the previous night, staggering her thoughts until panic took them all over.

I hear that you’ve been talking to Captain Westley Saint about finding Heartache.

I highly suggest against that.

Find the Saint or don’t, and lose something in return.

C.

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