He wanted to go somewhere. It was Chara’s first time on a horse and it was a long way to the ground from this high up. She’d ridden the occasional mule, but this was something else entirely. The horse started moving and she wrapped her arms around Nicias’ waist as the long strides of the horse moved them forward. He’d lain with her in the morning as well as the previous night. He’d made her body respond powerfully and she couldn’t deny the underlying tension she felt even now being near him. They seemed to fit together so perfectly and he drew responses from her body whether she wanted them or not. She wondered if he was unique in some way, if he was the only one who could make her feel such exquisite sensations. Now he was leading her somewhere and she wasn’t sure where or for what purpose—he’d said it was a surprise. There was a part of her that wondered how things would go if the situation had been different and she would be staying. She wondered what it would be like to truly be his, to live in his house and to wait for his return each time he goes away.
