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gently probing tongue and meeting it with her own.
    “Honey Wine,” he said in a husky whisper, his hands caressing her back.
    She trembled. How many nights in her dreams had she kissed and touched him? Now it was really happening, and in spite of the horrors of earlier that evening, she felt weak with desire.
    “Oh Torn,” she breathed, changing her position slightly so she could touch his chest. Where Alva had bitten him, the wound felt sticky. She’d completely forgotten about it but had been more concerned with his wrists and the after effects of the needles. Groping blindly for her healing supplies, she managed to wet a cloth with water from a flask and sat on her knees beside the couch, cleaning the savage teeth marks on his chest. When she’d finished, she touched her lips to the injury while her hand splayed across his hard pectorals. She felt his nipple against her palm and stroked lower, her fingers caressing the nub.
    Placing a hand behind her neck, he drew her face to his for another kiss.
    This time his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring every corner, every moist nook. Honey Wine closed her eyes tightly and uttered a soft moan as she climbed on top of him.
    Her throbbing pussy felt so hot and wet, and more than anything she wanted to feel him inside her. She felt his cock pressing against her clit, even through her dress, and she began rocking upon him as his deep kisses continued plundering her mouth.
    She heard his chest rumble in a groan of pure desire, and that sound combined with the feeling of his rock hard body beneath hers sent her over the edge. She throbbed and gasped into his mouth, feeling blissful waves of orgasm warming her against the coolness of the chamber.
    This time when she fell asleep, she didn’t need to dream. Her body was already entangled with the Knight’s.

Chapter 4
    Honey Wine had hoped to plan her escape before Torn was sent to the Entertainment again, but their actions would have to be certain before they moved or else it would lead to their deaths. The below ground prison was well guarded, and escape seemed almost impossible.
    That night in The Lady’s chamber was the only time of privacy the two of them shared. Other than while routinely healing the minor injuries he sustained in the Pit and during Entertainment, Honey Wine communicated with Torn through words whispered through the bars of his cell in the middle of the night.
    “I can’t think of a way out of here,” she murmured in frustration one evening.
    “There’s got to be,” he whispered. “We’re just not seeing it.”
    His hopeful attitude amazed her. Even though he’d never lost a fight and, to The Mistress’s dismay, he had yet to kill in doing so, Honey Wine knew one day he would meet someone who would match his skill and destroy him. It happened to all the beasts eventually. The life of a champion was short.
    Either he’ll be killed or end up a beast like the rest of them , she thought. No matter how firm his beliefs, in time such a life of violence would take its toll. To survive, he would surrender to that which he hated. Then Honey Wine’s Knight would truly be dead, more so than if he was slaughtered in Entertainment.
    Somehow, her sister guessed Honey Wine’s interest in Torn, or else she was told by Bron who had remarked several times on her fondness for the beast.
    “I do believe you’re starting to think of him as a pet.” Bron’s breath was hot on Honey Wine’s neck as he leaned close to her one afternoon by the well. “It’s all right, Honey Wine. I once had a favorite guard dog. He was half wolf and had to be destroyed for killing sheep. Yes, I certainly liked that dog. . . “
    Bron’s voice drifted off as he walked back to his post.
    Soon after that, Honey Wine was “invited” by Alva to observe the next Entertainment. She said that the Master of the kingdom just south of Sophianna had a match for the Knight, one that was sure to challenge him, unlike the other