Don't play with yourself...

Astrid's POV:

With a heavy heart and broken hopes, I fell on my bed in the dark room. I had no strength left to light the candles by the stand, so I just buried my face in the covers. The deafening sound of silence shattered my determination to not shed a tear.

How could I not cry, though? My mate wouldn’t even make love to me. Meanwhile, my body was still on fire, painfully yearning for a masculine touch. His intoxicating scent lingered on my gown, too, and my nipples remained erect from that alone.

Neither Malessia nor I were satisfied.

When the ache became too unbearable, I sat straight on my bed. Arousal-induced sweat caused my hair to stick to the side of my face. I gulped down the lump of saliva forming in my throat. My hands shook with hesitation and excitement as I threw the thin gown on the floor.

The cool air caressed my wet skin, and I squeezed my nipples. A moan escaped my lips as I thought about his thick fingers in me. Still scared but ready to do the deed for only the