Kayan had slept like hell. Images of Primrose, her body, her scent, the way it had felt to be in her, to have her surrounding him completely … they had plagued him all night long.
And yet it had kept the demons at bay. Unsatisfied s****l frustration was much easier to deal with.
He let the night’s dreams play in his mind again. It was only her.
After their time in the Oasis, he had sent her back to her room for the night.
Because she’d been a virgin, and he’d been celibate a little bit too long to trust that he wouldn’t ask too much of her body.
And because he didn’t want her in his bed. Listening to the dreams. Didn’t want to take the chance that, if he were too far out, he might lay his hands on her and cause her harm.
But the dreams hadn’t come.
He didn’t know what that meant.
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