Chapter Seventeen
My anticipation won’t be quelled. My belly dances with it, almost to the point of agitation. The fingers slipped from me earlier have left me near mad to be plundered again. The smell of her rude scent smeared on my lips and filling my nostrils has my mind whirling with carnal thoughts, as dark as any of those on my most desperate nights, so I have no doubting the spell it will cast over him.
Aleks stares suspiciously at me on his return. I am sure I must look wild, despite my efforts to calm myself. He has collected our horse and our meagre belongings, so he has accepted that this will be our home for the night. With that, his last chance of escape has gone. He reaches into the linen sack and takes out a fistful of stalky greenery. For one belly-lurching moment I think
