Chapter 12 Intimatacy of the two
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Updated : Sep 18th, 2025
He was hiding behind the canopy curtains, waiting to snatch her and drag her into his bed. She knew it.
It was a huge bed on a wooden platform. Stairs were on each side. Heavy, dark curtains hid most of the bed, but Liliana understood it was basically a rectangle with posts and curtains.
She went over to the steps and went up. The last step was the platform's floor, where little rugs on each side had been placed to keep bare feet from touching cold stone in the morning. She pinched a bit of a curtain.
Even though she'd expected it, her heart still fluttered, and her breath was still caught up in the moment.
A long arm appeared. The hand seized a good palm's worth of her cloak. She was indeed dragged in.
She was held close to a large, apparently naked body, and they tumbled together until Liliana was on her back and on what she assumed was roughly the centre of the mattress. Secretly, she was impressed with herself for not yelping or thrashing about.
The man's arm slipped out from under her body, and then his weight shifted. Liliana could see a little light through the curtains, but not much. She thought he was crouching over her, but she could barely even see an outline representing him.
Lorryll's voice sounded disappointed. "Weren't you surprised?"
That was a pointless thing to do.
He grabbed most of her hair and wrapped it around his hand. Within a breath, he had her head tilted back. His other hand dug under her backside and seemed to push on her, leading her up. He was over her.
Mouth to mouth.
Her fingertips pressed down on her own bare thighs.
It changed again.
He released her hair, but he was hugging her again, and there was more tumbling.
Between his kisses, there were small laughs. She could feel him trying not to smile.
Liliana wondered if he thought he'd won something, which would be odd. She hadn't fought him in a long time. There was no winning without conflict.
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