Memories Of A Yaomo

The night before—he remembered the two of them lying side by side in a bed covered in white silk sheets. Arjun's head rested on Gallazza's belly, her fingers stroking Gallazza's thighs. She likes to lie this way, Gallazza thought, facing away from me, her delicate neck exposed. It makes her vulnerable and excites her at the same time.

"Doesn't it ever frighten you, just a little," Gallazza asked, her voice rough from sleep, "the hatred you see in their eyes?"

"Is that really what you were thinking about just now?" Arjun purred. "You see, I've been contemplating all the wicked things I'm going to do to you in the next few breaths, yet all that consumes your thoughts are the males. Should I be jealous, Gallazza?"