Gwen
I stood at the tall window of my chambers, one hand resting lightly against the cool glass, watching Cedric’s broad back as he walked away across the moonlit courtyard.
My body still hummed. Every step he took seemed to echo the deep, lingering ache between my thighs — a sweet, stretched reminder of how thoroughly he had filled me. If this was what s*x was… then I wanted more. I wanted him again. The thought made heat bloom low in my belly, and I couldn’t stop the soft smile that curved my lips.
He must have felt my gaze. Halfway across the courtyard he paused, then turned.
I lifted my hand and gave a small wave.
Cedric inclined his head in a formal bow, the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw for a heartbeat. Then he straightened and continued walking until the shadows
