He left the riverbank and rode back into the depths of the camp.
Ever since he had first tasted forbidden fruit with Lady Hightower, that intoxicating pleasure had been branded into his sensory memory, leaving him hungry for more.
As his body matured with time, his need for the opposite sex grew stronger.
He stopped before a relatively secluded wooden cabin scented with the fresh fragrance of pine.
He pushed the door open and entered, and the sight before him made his breath catch slightly.
Lynesse Hightower was reclining languidly in an armchair draped with soft furs.
A shaft of afternoon sunlight fell through a gap in the wooden window, landing directly on her.
She wore a finely tailored pale blue silk gown that made her bare arms look whiter than frost and snow, their skin as delicate as the finest porcelain from the East.
The gown's cleverly designed neckline perfectly outlined the curves of her full, rounded breasts as they rose and fell gently with her breathing, their fullness inviting endless imaginings.
Sunlight danced over her smooth golden hair, bathing her exquisite profile in a sacred halo.
Her head was slightly bowed, her long lashes casting little fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks as she read a bard's collection of love poems with complete concentration, her entire presence imbued with a distinctive blend of nobility and quiet grace.
The sight was enough to make any man's heart race.
Liu Qian instantly understood why Jorah Mormont had been so infatuated with this woman that he had even betrayed his vows and become a slaver to satisfy her material desires.
Lynesse's beauty combined the refinement of House Hightower's ancient, noble bloodline with the distinctive allure of a mature woman,
a lush sensuality as juicy as a ripe peach.
Especially when Liu Qian's