Poppy’s POV

My entire body was on fire. An awful ache throbbed between my legs. My mouth felt swollen and sore, but not at all satisfied. I could still taste him. The brandy from earlier and a taste that felt so inexplicably like Eirikur, I couldn’t even place it.

All I knew was that I could still feel the heat of his mouth, the firm plushness of his lips. My insides clenched as I recalled the sensation of how he felt between my legs. Gooseflesh pricked my arms. ...