XII. The Little Death and the Big
When it was over, when their energy was finally spent, their hunger finally sated, they still lay together on that broad bed, their naked bodies and limbs entwined, white skin against brown, red hair against black.
Kurval held Adeliz cradled against his chest, simultaneously pinning her down with his bulk, lest she try to escape and grab hold of his dagger. Not that he thought she would, since she seemed fast asleep.
He had made love before, of course, many, many times, with tavern girls and camp followers, with a girl who very clearly was a witch, though she kept denying it, and with the beauties of the Azakorian court who were only too willing to lie with their King. And he prided himself that he’d never left a woman unsatisfied. Just as he’d always h
