“Let me be plainer then,” Cayde replied, leaning closer and dropping his voice, his mouth caressing the shell of my ears with his words. “I saw you with your thighs parted as you perched on your desk in your room back at Wrathbane and Prince Dragor made you come for him with his fingers buried in your cunt while accusing you of being wet for me.” I blinked at his words, twisting my neck to meet his steady gaze, the revelation jolting through me and leaving me scrambling for a moment before I dredged up a waspish retort which came a beat too late to be delivered with the scathing dismissal I
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