Faith glanced down at me, her eyes glittering as she gazed at my prone body. Just feeling her careful examination of my bonds sent a shiver of pleasure through me.
This outlander, this visitor understood me all too well. Not since Melisande had I felt this deeply, this intently…
The pain, the pleasure – all mixed into one as the long night drew on. Not for nothing am I known as an anguissette, but Faith... Faith knew the pain in my soul as well as the pleasure in my body.
For only the second time in my life, I whispered "Hyacinthe..."