The priestess dipped her hands into the bowl again, sprinkling the spring water over Lunae’s face, her chest, her thighs. The cold droplets slid down her skin, soaking the thin shift. The fabric clung to her curves now, transparent in patches.
One of the guards cursed under his breath and turned away, but Lunae felt his gaze before he did.
Don’t you dare watch me like this. Not when my body can’t move. Not when I can’t fight back.
The water trailed over her n*****s, hardening them to sharp peaks. Her cunt ached in silence, burning with a memory she didn’t want to feed.
Her mind threw her back to the palace window. Zephyr’s c**k slamming into her. His breath in her ear. The King’s teeth claiming her throat.
The memory was too sharp, too filthy. Even paralyzed, her body responded. Slick
