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where?”
     
    But what if she were wrong? What if telling Enrick the truth would send him marching on Myrtell with even more fury? What if her father’s domain was toppled, leaving her with nothing—no place to go ?
     
    “Clearly you need a little help remembering,” he said, then drew both his cock and the candle from her nether regions.
     
    “Oh,” she moaned on a shudder, his departure leaving her body strangely empty.
     
    “Lie down on the bed.”
     
    Jalal could barely move, he’d weakened her so, but gathering her strength, she slowly climbed onto the soft mattress. Reclining on her back, she looked up past his massive, jutting cock into eyes filled with dark determination. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.
     
    She obeyed. Would he do it now, would he lick her clit once more? Had he finally quit harassing her for information? Would he end her sweet, hungry agony?
     
    As he eased onto the bed between her parted thighs, she thought, Yes , yes, he’s going to lick me again! But instead, he reached behind him, digging beneath the bedclothes to the mattress, finally drawing out a downy white feather.
     
    Leaning over her, he blew slightly on the swollen pink nub that protruded from her folds and yearned for his attention. “Unh…” she moaned, the exquisite sensation at once a joy and a torture because her poor clit needed so much more. As Gilda had promised, it seemed the key to her pleasure.
     
    Next, Enrick brushed the feather teasingly across the little mass of nerves. The touch was even lighter than his breath a few seconds before, sending her ache into a soaring spiral of desire.
     
    When she spoke, her voice trembled. “Please, more. Your mouth.”
     
    “Please me with your mouth first, vixen. Use it to tell me what I want to hear.” He concluded by dragging the fluffy feather lightly across her mound, leaving it to tingle with a combination of delight and torment that nearly buried her. She jerked involuntarily at the twine holding her arms beneath her. Dear Ares, she had to get free, had to rub her agonized clit on something, anything to end her hot misery. But, of course, the bindings held tight, only frustrating her more. Meanwhile, Enrick reached up to rake the excruciatingly ticklish feather across one of her hard, sensitive nipples, then into the valley between her breasts before grazing it up onto the other. A light, high sound of pure anguish left her as she watched the tantalizing cruelty.
     
    As he trailed the feather down over her stomach, it left a ripple of pleasure in its wake. She tensed herself against the sensation as the feather once more brushed over her cunt , but there was no help for her desperate desires. All that mattered in that moment was gaining what she sought—his mouth between her thighs. “My father,” she blurted. “My father, Osren , ruler of Myrtell , sent me.”
     
    An expression of satisfaction reshaped Enrick’s face as he abandoned the feather and stroked his thumb over her clit—oh yes! That was so much closer to what she needed. “And the reason he sent you is…?”
     
    “To detain you while he gathers his forces from the far borders.”
     
    He raked his thumb over the sensitive nub once more, sending a hot frisson of heat through her veins. “ Myrtell is not big enough to have far borders,” he said with an amused smile.
     
    Her breath came labored. “Well, they are far to us. When he heard you were marching in our direction, he sent me to slow you down, to seduce you, so he could be ready for battle when you arrive.”
     
    Enrick’s dark eyes narrowed as he gazed at her, sensuality taking over his expression completely. “Good girl, Jalal . And now you get your reward.”
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Jalal bit her lip, raising her head slightly to watch as he bent to lick her—his tongue leaving a trail of fire from the bottom of her cunt to the very top, where her sensitive clit resided. She made no attempt to hold