It would be a lie to say she wasn’t turned on by the ritual. She imagined the king was Caspen, and in a way, he was Caspen. The two men weren’t really so different. Both were intimidating. Both were powerful. Tem was attracted to that power: she always had been. She focused on the way his cock felt inside her, allowing herself to feel real pleasure, just for a moment. The moment she felt it, she pushed it in Bastian’s direction as hard as she could—as if she could reverse his infiltration into her mind, and infiltrate his instead. Bastian’s nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing to slits. In that
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