He’d gotten dressed as soon as he heard the warriors’ voices, reassuring Tavia there was no cause for alarm and that she should wait upstairs until he or Rowan came to fetch her. To his amazement, she didn’t try to debate it with him. No doubt she had enough on her mind already, after he’d unloaded his whole inglorious past on her. Or most of it, that is. He hadn’t gone so far as to divulge the worst of his shame. If he could help it, she’d never know how dubious his honor truly was. Not that he let that stand in the way of seducing her here tonight, despite his good intentions. He knew too well where good intentions usually led him, but damn if he could describe making love to Tavia as anything close to hell. His pulse simmered at the thought of her, and it didn’t help matters that he could still smell her on his skin and taste her on his tongue. He could still feel the heat of her body clenched around him. His cock responded with an eager twinge, already on notice and up to a repeat performance.
