Emira looked up at Prince Kael shyly as he held her against him, questions burning on her tongue. Why did they never take her fully? Why only push her body until she broke, only to leave her trembling and unsatisfied in her confusion? Again and again, they had forced her to come, wringing her out until she was left shaking, but never once had they sought their own release. It felt like torture, though not the kind she had expected. Even now, as Prince Zen spooned behind her, she could feel the heavy press of his body against her, the hard shape digging into the softness of her backside. Her mind reeled. Why did Kael leave? Why now, when earlier, when she had begged him to go, he had refused and kissed her so fiercely it felt like punishment?
The weight of all these questions pressed on her chest, and she wanted to speak, but she couldn't form the words. She didn't have to.
"Stop thinking so much, little fire," Prince Zen murmured against her ear, his breath warm on her skin.
