Free Portal to Passion by Tara Nina Page A

she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Tor’s room. At least everything hadn’t been a dream. A quick glance up at the golden bears in the canopy reminded her of the creatures from her dream. Deveney tugged the thick golden blanket tight to her chest.
    An unstoppable smile crossed her lips. There wasn’t a muscle in her body that didn’t ache. Even her skin tingled with an unfamiliar sensitivity. Was this how everyone felt after their first experience with sex? The phantom sensation of Tor suckling her neck had her tracing his trail with her fingertips. Both nipples hardened and a hunger for more ignited in her tender pussy. God, how could she want more after the hours of wild, hot sex they’d shared? Shouldn’t she be worn out for days? Deveney bit her lower lip as she contemplated the ravaging hunger growing in her gut for another bout with Tor.
    Where was Tor?
    “Ah Deveney, you are awake.”
    Deveney snapped her attention toward the foot of the bed and saw an older woman stood there. Behind her a young man gathered the tray of empty plates and glasses from the floor beside the desk. That had to be what she heard crash.
    The memory of how Tor hand-fed her samples of everything on that tray in between their sessions of hot, wild sex had her tightening her thighs against the onslaught of tremors skittering up and down her legs. His undying sexual stamina amazed her, not to mention her own unusual ravishing appetite.
    Deveney shuddered as she tried to rein in her overactive libido. For the first time in her life, she’d actually experienced sex and even better than that, she’d accomplished that phenomenal feat with Tor. She swallowed hard and forced her focus on the elderly woman who stood staring at her as if she knew Deveney’s thoughts. Heat crept up her neck and reddened in her cheeks. In this world, could they read her mind?
    “W-who,” she stammered, cleared her throat, then tried again. “Who are you and how do you know my name?”
    “I am Nona, keeper of Bjorn Palace. Tor told me of your presence and I am at your service,” she said with a polite nod of her head.
    Deveney couldn’t keep from staring as the woman moved closer. Her golden hair laced with streaks of silver coiled in a neat braid around her head. She wore a simple light-gold dress that looked to be made of silk. It was knee length, gathered at the waist by a black sash, and reminded her of a Roman woman’s v-neck, sleeveless-styled garb.
    She paused, realizing Tor’s apparel had reminded her of ancient Roman attire as well. Did all the men and women dress this way? It looked comfortable. Deveney lifted her gaze to the woman’s.
    Large gray eyes filled with wisdom met her stare and she swore they read into her soul. She stood smaller than Deveney in height, leaner in weight, and had a strong comforting grip when she touched Deveney’s hand.
    “Come,” Nona said in a soft, yet commanding tone. She clasped the blanket as if she meant to take it from her. “It is time for the cleansing.”
    “The what?” Deveney held on to the blanket with a death grip. It was the only thing between her and total nakedness. Not that she was shy considering what she’d done with Tor earlier, but she didn’t know this woman. When she thought of it, she realized she didn’t know Tor either.
    Her stomach churned. She’d had the best, not to mention the only, sex of her life with a stranger. This was bad. Wide-eyed, she glanced around the room. The young boy, along with the empty tray of plates and glasses, had left. No matter which direction she looked, no Tor. He wasn’t there. Oh god, what had she done? Panic knotted her chest, making it difficult to take a full breath.
    “It’s all right, Deveney.”
    At the sound of the older woman’s soothing tone, she returned her gaze to Nona. “I am your companion to guide you in this world.” Nona smiled, glanced around as if making sure no one else had entered the room, then leaned in close,