Chapter 17 : The Dance

Poppy’s POV

My entire body was on fire. An awful ache throbbed between my legs. My mouth felt swollen and sore, but not at all satisfied. I could still taste him. The brandy from earlier and a taste that felt so inexplicably like Eirikur, I couldn’t even place it.

All I knew was that I could still feel the heat of his mouth, the firm plushness of his lips. My insides clenched as I recalled the sensation of how he felt between my legs. Gooseflesh pricked my arms.

I wriggled, my fingers curled around the skirt of my dress as I moved quickly to the Great Hall. What was I thinking?

What even was that?

I thrashed and writhed against him, as loud as a common escort. My cheeks flared with more heat. Everything he did to me felt so strange, so intoxicating like I had no control over my body whatsoever.

A craving awoke inside of me. A craving I’d never felt before. Desire so foreign. Now…now I understood what Dot meant when she said I should be concerned about sex.