Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter.
She yearned for Aleric so bad.
Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips.
Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted.
Sex.
A copulation of body and soul with her beloved.
But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.
How could she wait till then?
Her remembering the last time they had been together wasn't helping matters as well.
His fingers had been so skillful and deft, his mouth on her skin soft and seductive.
She didn't know when her hands began to rub on her body, tracing lines across the skin on her neck.
One of her hands found it'
