The ride back to the Royal Pavilion was an exercise in physical torture.
Kaia's inner thighs were raw, sensitive, and sticky with the evidence of what had just happened against the oak tree. Every stride of the mare sent a fresh jolt of sensation shooting through her, reminding her that ten minutes ago, she had been screaming the Crown Prince's name into his shoulder.
"You are riding very stiffly, Lady Kaia," Aeron observed from his stallion. He was riding beside her again, looking annoyingly composed. His hair was windblown, yes, but in a way that looked heroic rather than debauched. "Saddle sore?"
Kaia glared at him. "I can't feel my legs, Aeron. I think you broke me."
"I merely... stretched you," he murmured, a wicked glint in his silver eyes. "You need to learn endurance if you are going to survive the season. Or me."
"If I survive you, I am going to retire to a nunnery. A silent one."
"You wouldn't last a day," he smirked. "You enjoy making noise far too much."
