'I've committed blasphemy, my Lord,' Analisa thought, her breath uneven as her robes slid down to her feet. Only the veil covering her hair remained, a final remnant of her title. She stood bare before Cassian, shame and hunger tangled together in her eyes.
'Instead of begging forgiveness for my sins, in your holy chamber. I'm begging for a man's flesh.'
Her lips moved silently as she stepped closer. 'Forgive me, my Lord… I'm begging for a penis.'
Cassian sat waiting, his gaze steady, the weight of it burning through her restraint. She lowered herself onto his lap, her knees trembling as she hovered over him—so close their bodies nearly touched. Even as her mind pleaded for mercy, her body betrayed her with a smile she couldn't suppress, one born from relief… and desire.
