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refusal.”
      She bit
her lip. “I know,” she whispered.
      She was
shaking as he moved off her. He did not understand her. Why would she choose to
suffer? Perhaps if he had some blood left in his brain he could figure out the
puzzle that was Whimsy. He sat on the side of the bed, his head in his hands.
His cock stared angrily back at him, throbbing painfully enough to remind him
that he had not had pussy since last night. Whimsy’s presence only made the
ache more acute. He could smell her arousal between her legs and on himself.
The taste of her essence on his tongue was still fresh in his memory.
      He
growled and Whimsy jumped. He stalked off to the sunken tub. At this time of
night the water was cool. He swam to the deepest part and completely submerged
himself. He stayed down for as long as he could before resurfacing. Whimsy
watched him from the bed. She had covered herself in the bedding. Her gown
remained in a tangle on the floor.   She
had no clothing other than the gown and it served as poor protection against
him. He had removed far too many of the gossamer-thin dresses.
      He turned
away from her, splashing water over his chest and into his face.   He floated on his back once again cursing fate .
     
      Whimsy
ached. She could barely sleep. Tears of frustration ran onto her pillow. She
clenched her hands into fists. She wanted, needed him so desperately. She still couldn’t understand it. She’d never felt anything
in Serri’s presence, or any other man’s for that
matter, but with Gaedrian she was fighting to control
herself. She had been so close to giving in to him and begging him to take her.
She shivered as she recalled the feel of his cock between her legs.
      Her only
hope was that Serri would rescue her. She needed to
believe that he would come for her. It was from that thought that she drew
enough strength to resist Gaedrian .
      It was
almost dawn when he climbed into bed with her, his body cold and wet from the
water. He was still for a moment. Suddenly he groaned and grabbed her from
behind.   He pulled her into his arms. His
cock was hard and thick against her bottom. He kissed her neck and she
stiffened. She didn’t have it in her to resist him again tonight. “Relax,” he
whispered. “I only want to hold you.”
            ****
      Ambrosia
sighed and rested her head on his chest. Serri tried
to get comfortable. He would have to leave soon. If he wasn’t home in a few
days, his mother would be suspicious. He had already stayed longer than he had
intended.
      Ambrosia
ran her fingers over his pectorals, toying with the hair there. “The woman in
the market knew your name. Are you sure you did not know her?”
      “I’m
sure. She was being dragged away by guards. I don’t know any criminals.”
      Ambrosia’s
smooth white brow wrinkled. “I doubt she was a criminal. She wore the Torque of
Honor and was dressed in a gown of giving.”
      Serri tried to hide his irritation. He had no idea what a
Torque of Honor was or a gown of giving. She forgot that he didn’t know their
ways. “What does any of that mean?”
      “She has
been greatly honored by being one of the chosen women who have given of their
bodies to appease our King Gaedrian . He is on a fate
quest to select his bride.”
      Serri felt anger overtake him. “Do you mean she let him
fuck her?”
      Ambrosia
flinched at his tone. “W-why yes. It is a great
honor.”
      Serri looked at her in disgust. She was nothing more than a
stupid whore. He supposed she would consider it an honor. Now his bride, his
princess, was also a whore. It would be better to let her family think she had
died than to inform them of her disgrace. The shame would kill them.
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
      The next
morning the servants who had prepped her for her first visit with Gaedrian came to give her a bath. Whimsy thought they would
leave and go to the same bathing area that she had used in the past. However,
they led