Sitting astride his lap, impaled on his thick cock, she snuggled close to his chest to hide her expression.Marduk poured water over her shoulder, then smoothed his lips along the curve. “You understand now why you can never leave this tower alone?” he asked, his tone solemn.A shudder racked her, dragging her down from the exultant high she’d experienced at seeing Guntram and Simon Jameson among the crowd who’d watched them arrive. She didn’t want a reminder of what she’d experienced in the desert—her nightmare, relived time and again, but changed, the horrors deepening with each recurrence.She hadn’t won the battle against Ulfric’s son the last time and had suffered his rape. If she’d had to live it again, what more would have happened? Would the wolves have ripped her apart? Or all taken turns?Marduk’s arms wrapped around her, and he murmured against her hair, “I will keep you safe. What did you learn today?”Gabriella nestled deeper in his embrace. “That your touch keeps the nightmare at bay.”“My touch, this tower.
