The bed was too large, the room was too quiet, and Kaia Taryn was entirely, devastatingly obedient.
She lay in the center of the charcoal velvet mattress, illuminated only by the dying embers of the fireplace. Aeron's heavy black coat was draped over her, completely swallowing her smaller frame.
She read his letter for the fourth time.
If you are wearing undergarments right now, take them off. Think of me. Touch yourself where I touched you, and know that when I return, I am not going to let you leave this bed for a week.
Kaia swallowed hard, the paper trembling in her hand. The sheer, commanding arrogance of the man—standing on a cliffside preparing for war, yet still reaching across the miles to dictate exactly what she did in the dark.
She set the parchment on the nightstand. She didn't hesitate. She reached under the heavy velvet coat and stripped off her silk drawers, tossing them onto the floor.
She closed her eyes, letting the darkness take over.
