Chapter 64

　　Isyl stirred the cauldron. “As you will, Prince Rivyn.”

　　The evening passed with no further talk of me returning to my home, and Rivyn moved from the book he had taken from the Dark Elves to that he sought from Isyl. It was not until we went up to the lift bed and struggled out of our clothing in the narrow confines beneath the thatched roof, that he brought it back up.

　　“Do you want to visit your home?” He asked as we slid beneath the covers.

　　It was the first time we had been bare together in some time, and the slide of his skin against mine was intoxicating. He had not kissed me since I had been bridled by Clareath, perhaps fearing hurting me, and I missed the taste of him on my tongue.

　　I did not want to talk about returning to my home, I wanted to feel his body against mine. I pressed myself up against him and stroked my hands down his stomach, making him draw in breath sharply.