"Your body begged, Seraphine." He turned, and the movement was liquid, predatory. "I merely... accepted the terms."
My face burned. I wanted to deny it, to claim violation, but my cunt was still wet, still aching, and I had whispered please in that void space. Had spread my thighs willingly. Had ground against his face like a woman possessed.
"What do you want from me?" The question came out smaller than I intended.
The library was not where I expected. Malphas led me through corridors of black marble, his hand occasionally settling at the small of my back to guide me through turns I wouldn't have seen, doorways hidden behind tapestries, stairs spiraling down into depths that shouldn't exist within the architecture I'd observed.
His touch burned through my thin linen, and I found myself leaning into it, hating my own weakness.
The library swallowed us whole.
