The brazier’s flame cast long, writhing shadows over the stone walls as Elara descended the steps. Her pulse thudded in her throat, each beat loud and insistent. She had told herself she was coming for forgiveness again but that was a lie.

The truth was simpler, filthier.

She wanted him, she wanted the way his hands had gripped her, the way his cock had split her open, the way his voice had broken her down until all she could do was beg for more.

Her thighs were still tender from the night ...