The taste of her lingered on my tongue, sweet and heady, a promise I intended to collect in full.

I watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, my Premika, trembling and flushed beneath the low firelight. A sheen of sweat glistened across her soft skin, her chest rising and falling in shallow, trusting breaths. She was exquisite—broken open and waiting, offering herself to me like an answered prayer.