Chapter 65

“Can you feel me?” he whispered, his voice a phantom breath against her ear.

“Y-yes,” she gasped.

His touch was light as a feather that danced across her arms, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. Each brush of his fingers ignited a fire within her, a burning need that consumed her completely.

“Good,” he murmured. “Just relax... and let go.”

Her heart hammered against her ribs. She was completely at his mercy, utterly exposed, and a delicious wave of powerlessness washed over her.

She loved it.

She was bent over, naked and vulnerable. Her ass was presented like a ripe plum. But with all her excitement, Bianca didn’t even notice Valerian leave. She thought that the rough and calloused hands that were finally touching her, were his. A moan escaped her lips.

The beggar who was a brute that Valerian had decked out in a cheap, ill-fitting suit, breathed hot, rancid air onto Bianca’s neck. His hands were rough as sandpaper which moved with