Chapter 58 Blaze Inn

• Diana sat on Alistair’s back for hours. Wind slapped her face and swept her hair. Her own back ached from supporting herself upright against the rush of the wind. Even her bum started to feel sore from sitting so long, even though Alistair had a thick and luscious pelt that cushioned her.
• Sweat trickled down her neck, moistened the underwire of her bra, and cascaded like a freaking waterwall down the line of her back. She was sticky and baked for far too long under the sun that was still quite high up in the sky.
• It was quite a drawn out torture, and Alistair was taking it like a fucking champ. He hadn’t rested for even a second, his steps never faltering as they moved with fervor.