Orpheus shook his head and then asked, “Do you?”
Regret? That was out of the question for him. There was nothing that he could ever rue when it came to her. Much less getting to have her like he did last night. The picture she painted on the light sheets. The sounds she made as if she couldn't believe it felt so good yet liked and hated that it felt good. Her breathless gasps and loud moans as she clenched his hair in a vise.
"There is no remorse, princess." His voice was heavy with a desire he felt in his bones as he kissed her softly, "I only want more and more of you. The only regret is not having you up here on my face so that I could have another taste of you."
Zala was stunned in silence for a long minute at how blunt he was being. Then his words settled in her like a warm curre
