Page 56 of Lady Knight and the Thief

There was a shout– a squeak of surprise, and then Torren locked eyes with Cypress, her fingers desperately moving in and out of her center. Her cheeks were flushed, mahogany hair splayed on the pillows behind her. Cypress's chest heaved great breaths, sweat danced over the mound of her breasts and over her brow.

The door shut with a distinctclickbehind him.

Green and brown mismatched eyes rolled back in her head, and a breathy moan sounded in her throat, but Cypress’s fingers did not stop moving when she growled a pathetic “Go away.”

Torren’s pants tightened, his cock growing uncomfortably hard. He cleared his throat, unable to tear his gaze from her body, still wearing the pretty green dress that complemented her skin.

“What are ye doing, Lass?” He asked, voice thick with need.

She licked her lips, a motion Torren felt in his groin. “You said,” Cypress panted, “I had to cum to stop feeling-” she didn’t finish her sentence, eyes rolling back in her head.

Understanding spread over Torren in a wave. “You've been in here this whole time?”

His eyes greedily danced up and down her form, spread out on the bed sheets. She’d made quite the mess already.

“Yes,” Cypress gasped, those little fingers never pausing.

Torren took a step closer, kneeling at the end of the bed. “Oh, Lass,” he crooned. “This is not the time to handle things yourself.” He couldn’t help it. His mouth watered, hands trembling with restraint.

Torren could watch her fingers plunging deftly in and out of herself all evening–Pixie wine or no.

Cypress didn’t respond with anything other than another long moan, two fingers disappearing up to the knuckle.

“It’s not enough, is it, Lass?” Torren rasped.

She let out a sob, throwing her head back on the pillows. With a growl, Cypress said, “No, why isn’t it enough?”

“It’s the wine, Lass. I thought you’d find someone to occupy yourself with.”

With another growl, Cypress sat up, all of her skin flush and slick with sweat. “Would you get to the point, Torren!”

“The wine will make you go crazy until you… Well, for a lack of a better explanation, until you satiate the urge.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing in here, Torren?” Cypress shrieked, moving off the bed with ferocity.

“That’s not,” Torren stumbled, backing away from the bed in a rush.

“You have three seconds to explain before I gouge your eyes out for what you just witnessed.”

“Easy, Lass. I just meant that you have to find pleasure atanother’shand to satisfy the madness of the Pixie wine,” Torren said in a rush.

Cypress narrowed her mismatched eyes, chest heaving. Then, she said, “I’m going to kill you,” and moved toward him.

“I thought you were going to find someone to spend the evening with, Lass! I tried to tell you, I swear!” Torren said, dancing away from her reach.

“This is all your fault,” Cypress said and grabbed a hair comb from the nearby dresser and hurled it at him.

He ducked, barely avoiding the comb. “I didn’t do anything!” Torren said, watching her warily. If she went for her sword, he likely wouldn’t leave the room as anything more than a pile of ribbon, as he was currently unarmed.

“You could have told me not to drink it! You could have informed me that I needed a partner to slake this hunger,” Cypress countered, then threw a shoe at him.

She stood there staring at him, her skin flush and already glistening, and it was all Torren could do to stay on this side of the room. Her mismatched green and brown eyes were lit with passion.

“It’s not like Ididn’tsay anything,” Torren started, but quickly became distracted when she reached up to the thick ribbon on her shoulder.

“Your fault,” Cypress pressed, and pulled one of the ribbons for the bows at her shoulder. “And so you’re going to fix it.”

Heat rushed to his groin, his pulse jumping.