Chapter 11
Urban
The second morning I woke in the Iron Castle, I was hard and aching, much like the previous morning. But today, when I reached down to grip myself before I even opened my eyes, I tried to draw a picture of Vienne in my mind to heighten the pleasure, except I’d yet to get quite close enough to her to really capture definite details.
I’d finally gotten to hear her voice the day before, yet that barely scratched the surface of my curiosity. I wanted to know every mole, freckle, and scar on her skin. I wanted to count her eyelashes, trace her fingerprints with my own, cup the heel of her foot within my hand and slide my palm up the length of her leg. I wanted to smell her, every inch of her. I had to know everything there was to know about her body, and then I wanted inside
