Maisie
I mean, it wasn't the first time they'd hand-fed me, though, most of the times they had, I was either sick or... out of commission. Was there something wrong with asking for it? Or doing it publicly?
"No, love," Soren said, reaching for the pomegranate. His fingers dug into the flesh and I wondered if he'd done it deliberately when the fruit split and the red juice spilled out of the ripened fruit.
"You must have noticed the depictions from the previous ruling houses and their harems during our last visit to the castle," he said.
I nodded, but I was watching his hands, watching the red juice drip from his knuckles, watching the way his thumb worked the redness loose and freed a cluster of seeds.
He plucked one free and held it over my lips.
I parted them and the seed landed on my tongue, cool first, then bursting sweet-tart as I bit down. I moaned, sucked the juice from Soren's fingertip with a slow, curling flick of my tongue.
