The High Queen's Vow [The Mystic Women of The Realm Series Book IV]

The High Queen's Vow [The Mystic Women of The Realm Series Book IV] by Robbie Collins Read Free Book Online

Book: The High Queen's Vow [The Mystic Women of The Realm Series Book IV] by Robbie Collins Read Free Book Online
Authors: Robbie Collins
emotions were exploding.
    Shr'dler'in pulled away, “I must sit for a moment. I can breathe not, Force Leader. I feel faint."
    Instead of helping her to sit, Ann'wn pulled her firmly back to her, kissing her yet again, her intentions gaining in their momentum. Their embrace lasted many moments as they held each other tightly, kissing each other so fully that they lost all sense of awareness. After the kiss, Ann'wn embraced Shr'dler'in, encasing her in her arms. She rested her head lightly on Shr'dler'in's, breathing in her scents, listening to her soft sounds, wishing she could remain forever in the embrace. It felt so correct; so perfect.
    Shr'dler'in suddenly pulled away, “I am sorry Force Leader. But I cannot do this. You are able to play with my feelings overly. It frightens me. I cannot be one more in your long line of lovers. Please forgive me."
    She began to walk away, but Ann'wn grabbed her hand, “Hold! This is not so. Why do you say this? You cannot kiss me in such a fashion as this and then walk away. This was not just a kiss like any other, Shr'dler'in."
    Shr'dler'in looked at her, desiring her fully, but believing that Ann'wn just wanted another conquest, like all the other warriors, “You are a warrior. You care not about my feelings yet are able to manipulate them overly well."
    "Me? You just ripped my heart out of its cavity as if it were nothing at all. I am not as you say. I desire you, Shr'dler'in, this is highest truth, but not for just this moment.” She moved to Shr'dler'in and pulled her back to her again, strongly; urgently, “I want you, Shr'dler'in. This eve. Next eve. The eve after. I need you."
    "You know me not."
    "This is not truth. I know you well. And you know me well. We have known each other well for many cycles. I know your habits. I know what you prefer to eat. I know your humor. I know you as stubborn beyond reason. I know you as the most loyal of all. I know your capacity for love. And I want that love to love me."
    "Why? Why me? Why now? I am overly old for this. My life is planned out for me. This love will complicate it. And you will grow angry when I must tend to The High Queen and all my potions."
    Ann'wn pulled her even more tightly to her and kissed her again, urgently and full of need. As Ann'wn kissed her, a tear fell from her eye. Desperate, not knowing what to do, Ann'wn stood frozen, staring at her after their embrace. Shr'dler'in reached up and touched the tear, removing it.
    She looked at her, confused, “Why? Why do you do this? After all these cycles, who am I to you?"
    Ann'wn felt helpless, “I am not a scholar or a learned one such as you. I just know what I feel. I know not why, but I love you. It has hit me as lightning would. Without warning. Prior turn when you massaged my shoulders? I felt it then, and tried to let it go. But it keeps growing."
    "That is just lust. You desire me only."
    "No. Certainly this, as you are most desirable, but this is different. I know this is truth. As you say, I have had many lovers. But I have never, never prior felt such as this.” She looked desperate, “Shr'dler'in. I have never prior felt as such for another. My body weakens just at the sight of you. I need you."
    "What if I cannot please you in bed? I am not such as your lovers. I have devoted myself to the healing arts, not the loving ones."
    Ann'wn pulled her to her, kissing her again, but on this moment, instead of pushing the kiss urgently onto The Healer, she allowed Shr'dler'in to move more into it in her own fashion. As The Healer began to direct the kiss's movement, Ann'wn gave in to her, letting Shr'dler'in take the kiss solely where she desired. Both were surprised as Shr'dler'in became even more needing and desirous than Ann'wn's kisses had been.
    When Shr'dler'in halted the kiss, Ann'wn gasped, trying to breathe, “We will have to make a decision soon, Healer, as I cannot take much more of this. My need is beyond its urgency of you. I have never prior felt

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