Oksana
Oksana stretched luxuriously in the bed, “Oh, gods. That was amazing!”
She turned over to give Assar a kiss, but instead, she found he wasn’t there. She sat up irritated that he wasn’t lying next to her. She was embarrassed to admit it, but she had felt so safe and warm held in his arms as she slept. It was something of a novel experience for her. Her past flings had been all about physical pleasure, and afterwards she had sent her paramours off back to their rooms. Not with Assar though. She had never before felt the way she had felt last night. Their lovemaking had been intense but also loving. He had tied and immobilized her, but she had never felt any real fear. She knew she had been safe with him. It had allowed her to enjoy herself in a way she had never been able to before.
“But now he leaves me in bed, and is nowhere in sight! Humph, so inconsiderate,” she grumbled to herself.
Her mood was further fouled by a loud knocking on the door to her chambers.