Healer to the Ash King (Dark Rulers, #5)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

A few minutes later, I tease myself to climax again, then a third time, before finally dozing off.

AS IF

“Take me here,” I whisper. “Right here in the field, where I was when you called for me.” He hesitates. “Are you sure?” He’s asking, delicately, if this is appropriate, given the goodbye we’ve just said to my parents. “I can feel their spirits,” I murmur. “I want them to know I’m happy. Please, Perish—love me here.”

WHAT