She called him her Bane, as if he belonged to her. And it had felt that way in the dream. He belonged to her. And they’ve been together, somehow.
How?
Kenda stared at the opposite wall in horror. She didn’t remember any of it. She searched her mind just to be sure. There was nothing, only the dream and Hans’ lingering warmth against her skin, his voice vibrating deep in his chest and her need to be close to him.
She felt it when he’d touched her in his pleasure room. There was a moment there when she’d touched him his chest, the need to connect with him on a deeper level taking over her mind. She had desired him, and wanted him so fiercely she wouldn’t have stopped him if he took her. In fact, she had wanted him to take her as if it was the most natural thing to do.
Why couldn’t she
