"The air in Princess Lynna's chambers was thick, not with the usual scent of lavender and incense, but with the raw, musky odor of desperation.
She paced the length of the room, her bare feet silent on the plush rugs, but the storm inside her was deafening.
Vaelith's rejections burned hotter than any fire.
Every "no," every cold dismissal, every time he had turned those silver eyes away from her, had only fed the hunger twisting in her gut.
It wasn't just desire anymore; it was a need to be filled, to be used, to feel something other than the agonizing frustration of being denied by the one man she couldn't command.
Her body was a mess.
Her p***y throbbed, a wet, aching void that demanded attention.
Her n*****s were hard, painful points rubbing against the thin, translucent silk o
