Lynna dismissed the servant with a sharp, impatient wave of her hand.
"Leave us. Now."Once the door clicked shut, she didn't hesitate.
She turned toward Vaelith's wing, her fingers already working frantically at the laces of her gown.
Silk and satin pooled on the cold stone floor as she walked, a trail of discarded fabric marking her path like breadcrumbs leading to a trap.
By the time she reached his door, she was completely bare. The castle air was freezing, biting at her skin, making her n*****s harden into tight, painful points.
But the chill was nothing compared to the thrill coursing through her veins.She pushed the door open.
It was unlocked. Foolish, or perhaps arrogant on his part. Or maybe he just never expected anyone to dare.
She climbed onto his massive bed, the sheets
