There was no protest from Lust when she was pushed against the wall. She had no delusions that this would be some sort of tender, slow lovemaking. They were in a hurry. They didn't need a bed or flirtatious words or games, just a release and a sating of a need.

But there was one thing she felt the need to say. Her hands tangling in the soft hair at the nape of Lingormr's neck, she pulled her mouth away for a moment.

"I've never just been with a man before," she told him. Her fingers twined in his hair and her breasts pressed against his chest. "For my own pleasure and the wanting of the man. You should consider yourself lucky."