Sergen, never one to hesitate when she offered herself to him, did seem to think about her request for just a brief moment. Then he pulled her closer, giving her the kiss she desired, the strong arms she needed. Min was still cold and wet all over, but somehow he was warm—to the touch, the taste, even the smell, somehow.

The little den they'd been given was a small, rounded space cut out of the earth and stone. It's previous owner had laid down a thick bed of reeds in the nearest corner, which Sergen carried her over to, laying her down on them. It was dark inside that cramped...