Janet's POV
At first, I was torn between accepting and protesting. I, a witch princess and heir to the throne, would now be in the Saviour's service? And not even in a manner befitting of my position but as his personal slut? I had never imagined this would ever happen.
I knelt before him, swallowing his dick inch by inch. He cared enough to be patient with me, but I knew it wouldn't last.
I wasn't special to him. He didn't see me like he saw Diamond. He didn't care for me like he cared for Kristin. I hadn't even braved any storms with him. I was just a woman riding on the convenient escape I would get if I were with him.
I couldn't even say I loved him. All I had was desire. Desire for adventure. Desire to see the world with a man far braver and more daring than I was. A man who would break me so many times, piecing me back together to become entirely new.
