Chapter Thirteen
Charlotte lay on her pallet in the tower room, letting thoughts of the evening before swim through her mind. Those that were pleasant she allowed to ripen inside her body where they raised her physical heat and brought on crashing climaxes. One orgasm after another, her body seemed insatiable. When she tired of her recollections, she remembered Tristan, finding her pleasure expanding again in a melancholy way as she thought of the lover now lost to her.
Had Mountbane killed him? That would have been his method, but there was no way to determine his fate. Her best resource was to think of the absent Tristan and let his presence within her bring her pleasure—even though she’d never know the physical joy of him again. As much as she relished her thoughts of him, however, dw
