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“How much lower can I reduce myself to?”
I gaze back at my reflection, tracing my fingers along the curves of my body, savoring the sensation of the silk smooth fabric that sculpts my figure. I’ve never been one to brag, but after seeing myself in this, it’s easy to see why Carus can’t seem to get enough of me.
“Oh, what am I saying? Now I sound like one of his kind, a cocky bastard.”
I throw my hands over my mouth, ashamed at my choice of vulgar language. I’m a changed woman. Sighing, I look out the window toward the city.
Carus has returned to whatever hole he crawled out from, but he made sure to leave his mark. As I remove the dress, I gasp in horror at the bruises and scratch marks peppered across my hips and stomach, with more of them being unveiled when I turn to see my back.
My wrists ache now that I’m aware of the way he handled me. Scowling, I draw the curtains, unable to shake off the feeling that he’s still watching me from somewhere.
“I'll have to cover these up in daylight,” I mutter. “As if Carus hasn’t already given me enough to worry about.”
Even as I vent my frustrations, I take notice of how liberating it feels to be promiscuous with someone of my choosing.
Why is it that the very thing that plagues me with guilt is the same thing that sets me free? That unbinds me from the chains of my faith and its strict rules of abstinence and order?
Of all the obstacles I have faced in my time as a handmaiden and priestess of Karona, this is by far the most challenging one. And yet, I want to fail and fall into Carus’s arms for the rest of my days.
A week has passed since the fateful night I agreed to Carus’s deal. Thus far, he’s taken me in the safety and comfort of my bedroom and outside in the exposed open grounds of the temple.
I wish I could say I hated it, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Each day, I find myself looking forward to the night, despite the fact that Carus is an insatiable and greedy bastard.
After the end of every night, I think I’ve tamed him, part of me hoping that he’ll call off the arrangement between us, but I underestimate him each time.
He seems to return each time with renewed energy, words spilling out of his mouth of what he’ll do to me, words that should go unheard by a priestess of Karona.
Yet I cannot find the courage to tell him to stop because I don’t want him to. Even now as I lay with my head on my hand, my heart pounds at the thought of him coming, both to this place tonight and inside of me.
I keep a cautious eye on the window, expecting him at any moment. I’m not wearing anything under these covers, something that he commanded me to do last night before leaving.
“I’m crazy for doing this.” I sigh. “Maybe I could tell the others. Surely they would not believe what a dark elf says, they’re not to be trusted.”
Shaking my head, I brush off the idea. Not only is it a risk, but I don’t really want Carus going anywhere.
My mind is a battlefield between the righteous path of my faith and the exciting escapades I anticipate with Carus.
Just then, there rushes in a gust of wind with a low roar, causing the curtains surrounding my bed to sway. As they settle, the dark elf appears behind them as if he rode the winds. If that was what happened, I wouldn’t be surprised. Nothing about him surprises me anymore.
He advances on me, unbuttoning his tunic. It slips off and hits the ground before he throws back the covers. A smile of ecstasy comes over his beautiful face as he inspects my body.
“You did exactly as you were instructed to do,” he whispers, his eyes wide with delight. “Good girl.”
“Come here,” I say.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
He crawls in beside me, planting a kiss on my lips while his hands roam over my skin. I cherish each second of it as if it’s my last moment of living.
I’ve lasted through twenty-one years of celibacy, and now Carus seems determined to show me everything I’d been missing. Given the amount of tricks he always has up his sleeves, I have a feeling there’s so much more for me to discover, and there’s no one I’d rather do it with than him.
I reach for his hand, gazing deeply into his eyes as I guide him towards my opening, a slight moan escaping my lips as he comes into contact with it.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he whispers so deliciously into my ear. My back arches uncontrollably as thetone of his voice sends a tingling shiver down my spine. The sight of it seems to ignite a ravenous appetite in Carus.
He kisses me hard, his fingers slipping into me.
“Do that motion you always do,” I tell him.
