Two hard pulses along the length of his shaft and he filled Imogen’s mouth with a thick, salty heat. She swallowed, savoring his taste.

When she rose and slithered up his body, slippery with sweat and flushed, he greeted her with a soft, satiated kiss.

“I’m not so sure you need a teacher, Imogen.”

Imogen twirled a silky strand of his hair around her finger and frowned. “Oh no you don’t, Sire. You promised.” She kissed his chin, the underside of his jaw. “Besides, a man who once had sixty-three wives and a few hundred concubines must have learned a few tricks between the sheets.”

She squealed when he suddenly rolled, flipping her onto her back so that he was the one resting on her. His grin set her heart to fluttering in her chest. Gods, he was beautiful.

“A few.”

Her eyebrow rose. “A few what? Tricks or concubines?”

His grin widened. “Both.”

He ran his fingers down her sides, tickling as she squirmed and laughed and tried to throw him off her. They wrestled in the bed until she was breathless and sweating. Once more she found herself atop Cededa, thighs spread. His pale eyes had gone dark, and his hands gripped her hips.

“Fucking your sweet mouth isn’t enough, Imogen. I want more.”

The coarse remark sent a flare of heat through her body. She curled her hand around his cock, still hard despite his recent orgasm, and guided it to her entrance, slick and aroused by his nearness and his words. “How much more?” she teased and slid partway down.

The faint soreness lingering from the previous night gave way to a throbbing. She moaned, the sound echoed by Cededa.

He gripped her hips in hard hands and thrust upward, going deep until she’d sheathed his cock completely. “All of you. I want all of you.”

Outside the sun rose, its light brightening the chamber as morning warmed to noon and Cededa introduced Imogen to many more pleasures of the flesh.

When they finally left the bed, she was weak-kneed and starved.

“You might not have to eat, but I think I could eat an entire boar by myself.”

As if on cue, Cededa’s stomach growled. His eyes widened. Were she not as shocked as he by the sound, Imogen might have laughed at the amazed expression on his face.

“When was the last time your belly made that noise?”

He rubbed his midriff. “Kingdoms have risen and fallen since I last ate a meal.”

“That’s a long time between breakfast and dinner, Sire.”

“True.” Cededa rubbed the taut muscles and was rewarded with another loud gurgle. They both laughed.

He took her hand and drew her to him. “Get dressed.” He glanced at the bag she’d brought with her to Tineroth. “Do you have another shift?” She nodded. “A good thing as I don’t think the other can be repaired. Meet me at the library. I’ll return there after my hunt. We can eat, and I’ll translate some of the Partik tomes for you.”